Gypsy girl, oh, to a stipper,
Eve, by the fires you grieve
Wadapooka, move along now
Wadapooka, move along now
Gypsy pearl, oh twisty girl
Your hands are dangled with flowers
Tangled taut, so stately born
For a throne in the hills of
Bless thee, white apple girl,
Bless thee, white apple girl,
Bless thee, white apple girl
Blessings right up, girl,
Blessings right up, oh girl,
Blessings right up, oh girl
Fools have said the hills are dead,
but her nose is a rose of this year
A silver sword by an ancient fort,
were my gifts from this child of the trees
Let's see what up, poor girl,
Let's see what up, poor girl,
Let's see what up, poor girl,
Let's see what up, poor girl,
Let's see what up , poor girl
Let's see what up , poor girl