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Cinderella rose lee


Cinderella the gypsy lived upon the great south shore
where the Blackpool golden mile stretched and was well worth waiting for
they called her Rose lee for she was a seer and true
she told you lots of fortune tales on the beach at old Blackpool

her booth it was well lit up with pictures by the score
close by the donkeys serenades upon the Blackpool shore
she wore a scarf of gaiety and her lamp it was well lit
her cards spread on the table just across from wheres you sit

her eyes they looked right into you and real your mind and soul
she was dark and beautiful and her rings she did fare show
her dress was long and dignified like a lady of good taste
her skin was dark and mystical and her beauty in her face

of all the gypsy ladies her words were true to form
she told you how it was from the day that she was born
her booth no longer sits there on Blackpool's golden mile
where lads and lassies came to call to see her golden smile


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