The Road the Gypsies Go
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Lyrics
Words and music Robin Williamsson 1979
Young as I remember
The scrag end of the war
Gypsies through the borders
Came a jingling door to door
With posies of primroses
And all the bonny bloom
But far and near as foolÂ's fire
They came glittering through the gloom
and their tongues as strong and nimble
As would bind the looms of luck
Wame to grave by coin and stave
The bladeÂ's edge and the cup
As young as I remember
ItÂ's rosined in the bow
And the tune still rambles rhyming
To the road the gypsies go
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Young as I remember
The scrag end of the war
Gypsies through the borders
Came a jingling door to door
With posies of primroses
And all the bonny bloom
But far and near as foolÂ's fire
They came glittering through the gloom
and their tongues as strong and nimble
As would bind the looms of luck
Wame to grave by coin and stave
The bladeÂ's edge and the cup
As young as I remember
ItÂ's rosined in the bow
And the tune still rambles rhyming
To the road the gypsies go
Copyright: COPYRIGHT ADMIN SERVICES LTD
Writer(s):
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