It was late last night when the boss come home
He's asking about his lady
The only answer he received, "She's gone with the Gypsy Davy
Gone with the gypsy Dave"

"Go saddle for me my buckskin' horse
And a hundred dollars saddle
Point out to me their wagon tracks and after them I'll travel
After them I'll ride"

Well, I had not rode 'til the midnight moon
When I saw the campfire gleaming
I heard the notes of the big guitar and the voice of the gypsy singing
That song of the gypsy Dave

There in the light of the camping fire
I saw her fair face beaming
Her heart in tune with the big guitar and the voice of the gypsy singing 
That song of the gypsy Dave

Have you forsaken your house and home
Have you forsaken your baby
Have you forsaken your husband dear to go to the gypsy Davey 
And sing with the gypsy Dave
That song of the gypsy Dave

Yes, I've forsaken my husband, dear
To go with the gypsy Davy
And I've forsaken my mansion high but not my blue-eyed baby 
Not my blue-eyed babe

She smiled to leave her husband dear
And go with the Gypsy Davy
But the tears come a-trickling down her cheeks to think of the blue-eyed baby 
Pretty little blue-eyed babe

Take off take off your buskin' gloves
Made of Spanish leather
Give to me your lily-white hand We'll ride  back home together 
And we'll ride home again

No, I won't take off my buskin' gloves
They're made of Spanish leather
 I'll go my way from day to day and sing  with the gypsy Davy 
That song of the gypsy Dave
That song of the gypsy Davey 
That song of the gypsy Dave