My friend Louise sang this last night, and it was wonderful.

Little Gypsy Girl
or
Gypsy’s Wedding Day


My father is the king of all the gypsies, it is true.
My mother she has learned me a camping thing or two.
They put my pack upon my back and they all did wish well
And I started out for London town some fortunes for to tell.

As I was a walking all down a London Street
A handsome young squire I chanced for to meet.
He viewed my brown cheeks, and he liked them so well
He said, “My little Gypsy girl, can you my fortune tell?”

“Oh! yes, Sir,” I said to him,”please hold to me your hand.
I see you have riches and houses and fine land.
But all those pretty maidens, you must put them to one side,
For I’m the little Gypsy girl that is to be your bride.”

He took me to his castle there were carpets on the floor
And servants there waiting to open every door.
There were ladies there of honor and sweet music it did play
And all was for to celebrate the Gypsy’s wedding day.

So it’s farewell to the Gypsy life and camping on the green.
No more with my brothers and my sisters I’ll be seen.
Once I was a Gypsy girl, but now a squire”s bride
With servants here to wait on me and in my carriage ride.

Louise says: I’m not sure where I hear it. Maybe on a Tim O’Brian CD. Cathy Dyer suggested I would enjoy is music when I was visiting her and Peter in New Zealand. I found one of his cd’s here at Armadillo (Back in the days when we could still going stores!). It has several fun songs on it.