Cat. #0115 (MFH #214) - As sung by Mrs. Iva Haslett, West Plains, Missouri on June 11, 1958
VERSE 1
My Father came from Ireland
One of a gypsy tribe
My Mother gave me some fortunes
Some fortunes for to tell
With a knapsack on my back
I bid them all farewell
I'm going to London
Some fortunes for to tell
VERSE 2
As I walking along
Down Londons dusty street
A handsome young lawyer
Was th 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
He gazed upon my rosy cheeks
And he also loved them well
He said, My little gypsy girl
Will you my fortune tell
Will you my fortune tell
Will you my fortune tell
He said, My little gypsy girl
Will you my fortune tell
VERSE 4
Yes sir, I answered
Hold out to me your hand
You have many fine fortunes
But their all in a foreign land
Their all in a foreign land
Their all in a foreign land
You have many fine fortunes
But their all in a foreign land
VERSE 5
You've courted many fair maidens
But you cast them all aside
It is this little gypsy girl
That is to be your bride
That is to be your bride
That is to be your bride
It is this little gypsy girl
That is to be your bride
VERSE 6
He took me by my little white hand
And led me down th street
Where servants were waiting
To open wide th gate
To open wide th gate
To open wide th gate
Where servants were waiting
To open wide th gate
VERSE 7
I used to be a poor girl
But now I'm a rich mans wife
With servants to wait on me
While in my carriage ride
While in my carriage ride
While in my carriage ride
With servants to wait one me
While in my carriage ride