My Gypsy Girl (Charlie Poole) 
Oncest I was a gypsy girl but now I’m a rich man’s bride With servants to wait on me while in my carriage ride While in my carriage ride, while in my carriage ride With servants to wait on me while in my carriage ride 
When I was strolling one day down London Street A handsome young squire was the first I chanced to meet He viewed my pretty brown cheeks which now he loves so well He says, "You, my gypsy gal, will you my fortune tell? Will you my fortune tell? Will you my fortune tell?" He says, "My little gypsy girl, will you my fortune tell?" 
Yes, sir, kind sir, please hold to me your hand You have many fine mansions in a many foreign land But all those fine young ladies, you’ll cast them all aside I am the gypsy girl who is to be your bride Who is to be your bride, who is to be your bride I am the gypsy girl who is to be your bride 
He took me, he led me to a pleasant quiet shore With servants to wait on me and open my own door And open my own door, and open my own door With servants to wait on me and open my own door 
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