Little Gypsy Girl, The

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My father, he’s the king of the gypsies, it is true
My mother, she learned me some camping for to do
With my pack all on my back my friends all wished me well
As I went down to London town some fortunes for to tell
Some fortunes for to tell, some fortunes for to tell
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 liked them so well
He said, “My little gypsy girl, will you my fortune tell?”
Some fortunes for to tell, some fortunes for to tell
As I went down to London town some fortunes for to tell

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
Some fortunes for to tell, some fortunes for to tell
As I went down to London town some fortunes for to tell

He took me to his castle, there were carpets on the floor
And servants there a-awaiting for to open every door
There were ladies there of honor and the music it did play
And all were there to celebrate the gypsy’s wedding day
Some fortunes for to tell, some fortunes for to tell
As I went down to London town some fortunes for to tell

So it’s farewell to the gypsy life, to camping 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
Some fortunes for to tell, some fortunes for to tell
As I went down to London town some fortunes for to tell