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fairgrounds rover
its a hard road to travel with folks to meet on the way its a horse in the stirrup and a look caste away there moonlight a shining and there's stars all aglow with the rumbling wheels of their wagons on the Romany roads so I'm off on the highway by the heather and dales where the sun it comes up and the music is swell there's dogs here a barking and boys at the fair with gals to surprise you with flowers in their hair oh the fairground wheels a spinning and the darts are in flight with the roulette wheels churning by day and by night the booths are all open and the rides are all free on the first day at Blackpool down by the sea the tellers of fortune have drawn all the pack with their eyes on the client and the son in the sack the night draws the seekers of wisdom and sights with the songs of the crooners and the lights oh so bright the music is awesome and the melodies spin like the dreamers of old when the harvest begins the accordion plays a sweet melody like the Parisian nights with their words lost at sea the gypsy rides in with his lingo and tan like a thief in the night with his whispering band the highways and bye ways have cursed the lament whilst history has lost all its sacredness spent the roads they had traveled and the sights they had seen like a lost generation without their may queen for its take to the hills and get off the land only their footprints have left now of this regal band Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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