just taking a stroll through Arne avenue
where gypsies reside not far from Poole
no gypsy sites left and no outside loo
just a word with the coopers and that old gypsy crew
they moved them to kinsons west Howe and old turlin moor
some up at bear wood and some are not poor
they ran with the hounds and they unlocked their doors
the locals had never seen their likes afore
the wheels turned there spokes
like the world spinning free
they gathered on heath lands
sold their history
the travelers doctrines were rich and so rare
with long flowing skirts and braided black hair
the cooks lived at redditch i knew them so well
we went fruit picking daily and the weather was swell
at dog kennel hill in east dulwich lanes
the tinkers they gathered in wind and the rain
the nursery was rich and the woods they were green
where we built the greatest adventure playground the kids ever seen
oh poets they write of days long ago
when gypsies were free and the land was their own
but now they have homes of concrete and brick
the capitalists have won with their spinning tricks