THE GYPSY'S WEDDING DAY
As sung by Burl Ives on "Sings His Favorites" (1996)

As I was a-walkin' down a London street,
A handsome young gypsy gal at first I chanced to meet.
I viewed her pretty brown eyes; I knowed I loved her well.
Says I, "My little gypsy girl, can you my fortune tell?
Can you my fortune tell? Can you my fortune tell?"
Says I, "My little gypsy girl, can you my fortune tell?"

"Oh, yes, sir; oh, please, sir, hold out to me your hand.
You have many a fine fortune in many a far-off land.
You've courted many fine ladies; you've thrown them all aside.
It is a little gypsy girl that is to be your bride.
That is to be your bride, that is to be your bride,
It is a little gypsy girl that is to be your bride."

I took her; I led her to my cottage by the shore,
Where servants stood waiting to open up the door.
The bells they did ring and the music they did play,
For 'twas the celebration of the gypsy's weddin' day.
The gypsy's weddin' day, oh, the gypsy's weddin' day,
It was the celebration of the gypsy's weddin' day.