Words and music Robin Williamsson 1979
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Young as I remember
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The scrag end of the war
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Gypsies through the borders
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Came a jingling door to door
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With posies of primroses
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and all the bonny bloom
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But far and near as fool´s fire
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They came glittering through the gloom
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and their tongues as strong and nimble
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As would bind the looms of luck
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Wame to grave by coin and stave
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The blade´s edge and the cup
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As young as I remember
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It´s rosined in the bow
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and the tune still rambles rhyming
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To the road the gypsies go
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The road the gypsies go
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| Robin Williamson |
