The road the gypsies go

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