we all shared our benders there amongst the heathers deep
with granfer George and Mary sweet with jackals at our feet
there we shared our rabbit's stew and ate fagots in a pie
they smoked the herbs amongst the downs where country folk passed by
the greens were rich upon the moors where the foxes built their dens
where horses lay and cockerel's crowed and rich folk hurried bye
the streams were rich with fishes then and springs upon the downs
where twas warblers sung afore the dawn and Mary gear passed by
the days were hard and folks did cry of cold and lack of grub
where briar's stretched across the heaths of ladies of the crown
though winds were harsh and nights were cold we shared our love and more
we sung our songs and shared our dreams each day upon the moors
the gypsy folks and traveler's no more do roam this land
where man has sold the heaths for gain and built a promised land
of bricks and sand and glass with frames where idle men doth walk
where monies gained and fools are framed with fun and idle talk
long gone are the days of wagons wheels var dos and benders frames
where rabbits ran and gypsy son was singing in the rain
the tracks have gone and heathers grand across that fertile land
where dreams awoke and child first spoke at new dawn on the morn