American Old Time Song Lyrics: 21 Gypsy Maid
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 21
GYPSY MAID.
I'm a merry gypsy maid from my tent to yonder glade,
Selling ballads is my trade, fortunes, too, I tell;
For village maids I've comfort bland, of sweethearts who complain,
You've only just to cross your hand to little gypsy Jane.
Tra la la la la la, &c.
With the lark I greet the morn when the dew is on the rye;
With the milkmaid 'neath the thorn stealthy am I;
For her I've tales of house and land, and husbands rich to gain,
She has but just to cross the hand of little gypsy Jane.
Tra la la la la la, &c.