I went to visit www Romany Genes and chanced pon the gypsy queens
with vardos there all on display and heathers bound for chavvys play
the gypsy king was true to form with tales of old and wheels all worn
the road was hard when folks were true to gypsy lore and common dues
the customs then were fit for a king with common rights and everything
the fairground charms with darts and lace with fortunes told to bright ones face
the walks to market village greens the wayward men and words obscene
the dancing gals with tops that spun castanets and lewdly folki song
the ponies free to graze the moors with tattooed bridles and woolly shawls
the yarns that Horace Cooper told folks said he had a heart of gold
they burnt their homes as they died and jumped the brooms each happy bride
the heaths were rich in rabbits stews with ferreting for each boy blue
Romany Genes be rich in law with roads a winding and Vardos tall
Lamps that shone with brass so clean like Gypsy's eyes at Halloween