I think this is on my, "Precious Memories" album (Folkways, in the 60s or so). We sang it in our family.

My father's the captain of a gypsy tribe you know,
My mother she gave me some counting to do.
Some counting to do,some counting to do;
My Mother she gave me some counting to do.

As I was a-walking all down the London streets,
A handome young lawyer was the first I chanced to meet.
Was the first I chanced to meet, was the first, etc.

He gazed upon my pretty brown cheeks, the ones he loves so well,
Sayin, you're a little gypsy girl, won't you my fortune tell?
Won't you my, etc.

O kind sir, O please sir, come give to me your hand,
You have many fine fortunes in a far-off distant land,
In a far-off, etc.

You've courted many fine ladies and put them all aside,
I am a little gypsy girl and the one to be your bride!
And the one, etc.

He took me, he led me to his home on yonder's shore,
Where servants stood waiting to open wide the door.
To open wide, etc.

O once I was a poor man's girl but now I'm a rich man's bride,
With servants to wait on me and in my carriage ride.
And in my, etc.

One amusing departure from this format was that we always, when we got to the last line of the chorus in the next-to-last verse, would add, using the same melody line, the phrase, "...and there were carpets on the floor!" So, that one chorus would go

To open wide the door, to open wide the door,
Where servants stood waiting to open wide the door-
And there were carpets on the floor!