The Little Gypsy Girl SOURCE: Bob Pfeffer SOURCE'S SOURCE: (1) Peter Kennedy: "Folksongs of Britain" (2) the Carter Family version as sung by Dick Levine TEXT: D A7 D My father, he's the king of the gypsies, it is true D A7 D My mother, she learn-ed me some camping for to do D G D With my pack all on my back my friends all wished me well D A7 D As I went down to London town some fortunes for to tell D G D Some fortunes for to tell, some fortunes for to tell D A7 D As I went down to London town some fortunes for to tell As I was a-walking upon a London street A handsome young squire was the first I chanced to meet He view-ed my brown cheeks and he lik-ed them so well He said, "My little gypsy girl, will you my fortune tell?" (etc.) Oh yes sir, oh kind sir, please give to me your hand It's you that have fine fortune, both houses and good land The fairer girls are dainty, but you must cast them by For it is the little gypsy girl who is to be your bride (etc.) He took me to his castle, there were carpets on the floor And servants there a-awaiting for to open ev'ry door There were ladies there of honor and the music it did play And all were there to celebrate the gypsy's wedding day. (etc.) So it's farewell to the gypsy life, to campin' on the green No more with my brothers and my sisters I'll be seen Oh, once I was a gypsy girl but now I'm a squire's bride With servants for to wait on me and in my carriage ride. (etc.) DT #469 Laws O4 RPf
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