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my great aunt she were a gypsy
dark as the ace of spades
shes was ugly when old n Grey
but a beauty when a young maid

all the lads adored her
with ringlets in her hair
though she cursed n swore all day long
rode the flights down at Poole fair

as a child i knew her
all we kids were frighted too
for she was dark and ugly then
though her eyes were deep n blue

her manners were outrageous
though she had a heart of gold
they buried her on Saturday
burnt all her van of stock n clothes

the heaths were her great play space
like all us diddycoy
we frolicked in the bracken deep
where the rabbits ran on by

the sky was her own canopy
with starlight in her eyes
her locks were dark and braided then
her castle was a king
she was born upon the heath
where thrushes all did sing

i remember her sweet dialect
though her diction it was foul
she wouldn't harm a gnat they said
as she looked into your eyes







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