Sachs IV

November 2009, Patissia, Athens

“What care I for my house and home
or even my wee baby?
What care I for my own true love
for I love the Gypsy Davey.”

~ Fotheringay, "Gypsy Davey"

Sachs III

November 2009, Patissia, Athens

“How could you leave your goose feather bed
your blankets strewn so comely-o?
And how could you leave your newly wedded Lord
all for a raggle taggle gypsy-o?”

“What care I for my goose feather bed
wi' blankets strewn so comely-o?
Tonight I lie in a wide open field
in the arms of a raggle taggle gypsy-o”

~ The Waterboys, "The raggle taggle gypsy"

Sachs II

November 2009, Patissia, Athens

Meanwhile, cropping remains the most frustrating thing I've ever had to deal with. I just can't get it right. I'm guessing this is because it involves conscious decision making. The horror...

"Go saddle me my black mare,
the grey is ne'er so speedy.
And I'll ride all night and I'll ride all day
till I overtake my lady.''

~ Fotheringay, "Gypsy Davey"

Sachs I

November 2009, Patissia, Athens

Gypsy laddie come riding through the wilderness
Singing so loud and merry-o
His voice rang out through the green green trees
And he charmed the heart of a maiden-o

"How old are you, my pretty little miss
How old are you, my honey-o?"
She answered him with a tee-ha-ha
"I'll be sixteen next Sunday-o"

~ Elvis Perkins, "Gypsy Davey"