by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
The gypsy's wedding day
Language: English
My father is the king of the gypsies that is true; And my mother she has learnt me some camping to do, With my pack upon my back I hope you wish me well, For I'm just a-going to London some fortunes for to tell. As I was a-walking through a fair London street A handsome young squire I chanced for to meet, He viewed my brown cheeks and he liked me so well, He said,"Me little gypsy girl can you me fortune tell?" "Oh yes," I replied, "give me hold of your hand For you have got riches both houses and land, But all those pretty lassies you must lay aside, For it is the little gypsy girl that's going to be your bride." The adieu to the meadows and to the shady grove, No more with my sisters a-camping will I rove The bells they shall ring merrily and sweet the music play, And will crown the glad tidings of the gypsy's wedding day. Oh! once I was a gypsy girl, but now a squire's bride, I've servants for to wait on me and in the carriage ride, The bells they shall ring merrily and sweet the music play, And will crown the glad tidings of the gypsy's wedding day.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Percy Aldridge Grainger (1882 - 1961), "The gypsy's wedding day", 1906. [vocal quartet] [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2014-06-10
Line count: 40
Word count: 212