The gypsies lived on nundego
sheltered out in wind and snow
with heather birch and boughs of tree
where rabbit's ran and deer were free
we wandered out to nundego
us kids of small with radios
we walked across the heathered downs
where gypsy folk were bedded down
our memories still drift to nundego
where wareham town wed often go
the tracks were wild and course and sand
where Gypsy song was new and grand
the hills they stretched by creech those days
where partridge and pheasants on display
where brambles rich in Berry's sweet
where girls and lads had nimble feet
the vardo wheels were high and wide
with steps of grace and tall van sides
werin the gypsy families
brewed home made tea and gypsy mead
the purbeck hills were set in view
with creech burrow top and nimble crew
were kids did walk through heather sweet
where Gypsy's danced and old fools weeped
gone are those days of gypsy wild
with baskets clutched and wee small child
where lore and kin were on display
across the woods where we kids played