don't call us old cackers or sly diddykys
for we are true Romany just look in our eyes
were dark and were handsome as you can but see
for we can talk in true dialect of the old Romany
our fathers and mothers they rode with the clan
we traveled the lanes all over this land
we lived in our vardos and played with the best
we were rich in our wisdom and our rich dialect
we worked on the fairgrounds and our skills they were neat
we crafted our fashions through the old neighborhoods sweet
we lived on the land where the rabbits did run
when our wheels kept a rolling and our songs they were sung