you'll see them there on Saturday's outside the towns great store
baskets full of daffodil's and roses by the score
their braided hair and darker looks with dresses oh so gay
from heather sweet terrain they came
to while the hours away
their dialect course with melody
though their words were plain
they spoke the true Romany like children once again
they promised wealth good health and more to people passing by
with smiles to warrant fortunes gain and wisdom in their eyes
their homes of vardos on the heath and songs of yesterdays
with accordion playing songs of love and rabbits in the hay
with ponies small and dog packs calls
heathers sweetly laid
amongst the hills where myxomatosis killed
the food of yesterday