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• She's gone with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O! O saddle to me my milk-white steed, Go and fetch me my pony, O! That I may ride and seek my bride, Who is gone with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O! O he rode high and he rode low, He rode through woods and copses too, Until he came to an open field, And there he espied his a-lady, O!

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