They pulled the curtain down on Maisie
this was her last parade
as she counted all her blessings
long friendships she had made
she married into the Gypsies
the king and castle clans
she was a loyal custodian
took her charms and loyal bands
you could see her making flowers
selling heathers too
from the foot of Beale's in Bournemouth
across Waterloo to outside woollies store at Poole
her kids all talked the diddy
her chavvies were on call too
one danced for Zena Martelle
the others danced the ballroom halls
she offered tea and biscuits
could chat away the hours small
knew the knowledge and the flowers
she walked the fields and commons
worked upon the land
services to war efforts
shed have you understand
as she knew everyone that mattered
the common and the grand
she was a dandy lady
lover of the common land