An amazing song, really fun to play along to. It s by Shirley Collins and The
Albion Country Band and I didn t know under which name to submit the chords to. But here they are.
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, âMy little gypsy girl, can you me fortune tell?
Can you me fortune tell, can you me fortune tell,â
Says he, âMy little gypsy girl, can you me fortune tell?â
âOh sir,â I replied, âGive 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.â
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.
Chords by COTH
http://www.shirleycollins.co.uk/
