The Little Gypsy Girl

My father's the king of the gypsies, it is true, Me mother, she learned me some camping for to do. They put the pack all on my back, and they did wish me well, Then I went up to London, some fortunes for to tell. Some fortunes for to tell, some fortunes for to tell, And I went up to London, some fortunes for to tell. As I was a-walking down a fair London street, A handsome young squire I chanced for to meet, He viewed my brown cheeks and he liked them so well, Says he, "My little gypsy girl, can you me fortune tell? Can you me fortune tell, can you me fortune tell," Says he, "My little gypsy girl, can you me fortune tell?" "Oh sir," I replied, "Give me fast hold of your hand. I see you have riches, and houses, and land, And all your lovely ladies, you must lay them all aside, I am the little gypsy girl that is to be your bride, That is to be your bride, that is to be your bride, I am the little gypsy girl that is to be your bride." He led me through woods and through valleys green, I'm sure, Where he had got servants to open up the door On the softest bed of down then served me so well That in nine months after his fortune I did tell. His fortune I did tell, his fortune I did tell, That in nine months after his fortune I did tell.