Mad Dog Mcrea blend a unique mixture of folk rock, pop, gypsy jazz, bluegrass and ‘shake your ass’ music. From self-penned songs of adventure, drinking, love and life, to traditional songs of gypsies, fairies, legless pirates and black flies - Mad Dog never fail to capture their audience with their infectious songs. In constant demand and having played just about every festival and two-bit, jibe-arsed dive in Christendom, Mad Dog Mcrea are, in every sense of the word, a live, band.
Matched with the unshakable dedication of their massive and “loyal-to-the-hilt”, fan base - Mad Dog Mcrea are more than just a very popular, festival act - with five albums under their belts, they are serious and acclaimed recording artists too.
The famous purple happy bus is fired up and ready for action, and there’s room for you - jump aboard.
Bookings: Matt Bartlett - mb@midnightmango.co.uk Press : Ian Luxon - ian@midnightmango.co.uk
A very nice song. And beautifully sung. That something so tender to the ear can invoke a sad regret....and still caress you enough to listen and enjoy.
There were three auld gypsies came to our hall door, They came brave and boldly-o! And-a one sang high and the other sang low, The other sang a raggle-taggle gypsy-o It was upstairs downstairs the ladies went, Put on her suit of leather-o! And there was a cry, up around the door, "She's away with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o!" It was late that night when the lord came in, Inquirin' for his lady-o! And the servant girl, she says to the lord, "She's away with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o" Oh saddle for me my milk-white steed, My big horse is-a-not speedy-o! I'll ride 'til I seek my bride Who's away with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o! (yyYEEEH) And he rode east and he rode west, He rode north and south also! Until he came, to the wide open plain, There that he spied his lady-o Tell me how could you leave your goose-feather bed? Your blankets drewn so comely-o? How could you leave your newly-wedded lord, All for the raggle-taggle gypsy-o? "Arra what care have I for a goose-feather bed? My blankets drewn so comely-o? Tonight I'll lie in a wide-open field in the arms of a raggle-taggle gypsy-o" [EPIC tin whistle solo] HEY!!!!!!! How could you leave a house and your land? How could you leave your money-o? How could you leave your newly-wedded lord, All for the raggle-taggle gypsy-o? (x3 with an "ARGH!!!" after the second round) "ARRA what care have I for a goose-feather bed? My blankets drewn so comely-o? I'd rather have a kiss, from the yellow gypsy lips In the arms of a raggle-taggle gypsy-o" HEEEY!!!!!!
Love this song. I live in Plymouth; born in the Northwest and of Irish decent, so love it.. especially seeing Daz the big issue seller... a great character. Down on his luck and up and down... but now has a flat in Stoke and is OK
Heard this song played in Newlyn (near Penzance) this year by a band of pirates, was even catchier than this version. But could be the weather in combination with the beers...
I remember supporting these guys on tour last year and I remember hearing this song. I have been desperate to find it since and finally! Love this song!!!
