cross my palm with silver mister
buy my heather sprigs
look into my basket
open up my lid
see my hard exterior
glimpsed my soul within
let me deal the cards
let your fortune telling spin
buy my silver trinkets and my paper rose
see my ponies watching and see my gay bright clothes
hear my gypsy dialect don't say cackers please
for i am just a traveling gal with love all up my sleeve
hear the fairground chatter
the ferris wheels in spin
the boxing booth is open
Freddie mills within
see the darts a flying
hear the gypsy reel
gaze into my eyes mister
i have looks to kill
ride upon the carousel
bumpers crash and bang
all besides the handsome frame
of the tattooed man
walk upon the heath lands
where the winds did blow
where travelers built their homes in clay
many years ago
let the music touch you
let their voices ring
gold and silver earrings
hear the chaffinch sing
where barefooted and freedom
they all ran hand in hand
amongst the dunes of canford
lady guests proud land