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gypsy reel
deep down in cuckoo bottom
nearby the foxes hole
i spied some ragged gypsies
a going for a stroll
a lady smoked a pipe there
a sweetheart skipped a reel
a pony in the garden
amongst the daffodils
the caravans were tall then
as the master played his tune
the accordion was playing
that summer afternoon
the dogs they are a barking
must be someones there about
i saw a game of cards and more
a tarot took a chance
there at cuckoo bottom
not far from waterloo
the queen of Gypsies smiled at me
the maidens danced a reel
we ate rabbit stew and dumplings
hedgehog pie and bran
i sure was happy then
in my little durzet town
just two miles from new england
were turbary birch did grow
they built their homes inside the clay
many years ago
the heather springs were fancy
just like the road nearby
where uncles and aunties
all ate rabbit pie
the eyes were rare and awesome
their fortunes all were told
with one eye on the master craft
another on that pot of gold
gypsy reel
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