DESCRIPTION:
The Wraggle-Taggle Gypsies
(Traditional)

Here we have Andreas Scholl having an alto-baritone duet with himself. Delightful story telling.. Brace yourselves and enjoy..

Score: I know, I know! The score is not a Ricordi edition, it is a mess, it could be better, yadda yadda... Because I had to do it all from scratch myself with Encore, listening to the way Scholl sings it, note by note, since there are no matching scores out there.. Either the key is different, or the melody.. And since I don't posess Schubert's extraordinary abilities to write notes at a supersonic-speed with no flaws, you are bound to see some errors.. So, if you are one of those people who loves to bug me for the key, melody, the semiquaver note's beam not being long enough and so on, save your breath... Heck, I may go with the wraggle taggle gypsies myself:))

There were three gypsies a come to my door,
And down stairs ran this-a lady, O.
One sang high and another sang low
And the other sang bonny bonny Biscay O!

Then she pulled off her silk finished gown,
And put on hose of leather, O..
The ragged ragged rags about our door
She's gone with the wraggle, taggle gypsies O!

It was late late night when my lord came home,
Inquiring for his-a lady, O.
The servants said on every hand
"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's 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!

"What makes you leave your home and land?
What makes you leave your money, O?
What makes you leave your new-wedded lord,
To go with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!"

"What care I for my house and my land?
What care I for my money,O?
What care I for my new-wedded lord,
I'm off with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!"

"Last night you slept on a goosefeather bed,
With the sheets turned down so bravely, O.
And tonight you'll sleep in a cold open field,
Along with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!"

"What care I for a goose-feather bed,
With the sheets turned down so bravely, O.
For tonight I shall sleep in a cold open field,
Along with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O."