The Gypsy Girl

Cat. #0285 (MFH #214) - As sung by Mrs. Pearl Brewer, Pochahantas, Arkansas on November 12, 1958

VERSE 1
O Willie, sweet Willie
Willie, fare you well
I'm going to London
Some fortunes for t' tell
Some fortunes for to tell
Some fortunes for t' tell
I'm going to London
Some fortunes for t' tell

VERSE 2
One day, as I was walking
Thru Londons dusty street
A handsome young lawyer
Was first I chanced to meet
Was th first I chanced to meet
Was th first I chanced to meet
A handsome young lawyer
Was th first I chanced to meet

VERSE 3
See here, my little gypsy girl
Will you my fortune tell
O, yes sir, O please sir
Hold out to me your hand
You have owned many fine farms
Off in a foreign land
You have courted many pretty girls
An' thrown them aside
It is th little gypsy girl
That is to be your bride
That is to be your bride
That is to be your bride
It is th little gypsy girl
That is to be your bride

VERSE 4
He took me, he led me
Thru Londons dusty square
Th parson was waiting
To say a wedding prayer
To say a wedding prayer
To say a wedding prayer
Th parson was waiting
To say a wedding prayer

VERSE 5
My Father's a farmer
He's one of th gypsies tribe
While servants are waiting
To open my door wide
To open my door wide
To open my door wide
While servants are waiting
To open my door wide

VERSE 6
Th music was playing
Th bells, how they ring
It was on sabbath breaking
Of a gypsies wedding day
Of a gypsies wedding day
Of a gypsies wedding day
It was on sabbath breaking
Of a gypsies wedding day

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