My father's the king of the gypsies,
Say, put a crackle on my back
and one would wish me well.
some fortunes for to tell.
Some fortunes for to tell,
some fortunes for to tell.
some fortunes for to tell.
He viewed my bright cheeks
and he liked them so well,
Says he, my little gypsy girl,
Says he, my little gypsy girl,
give me fast hold of your hand,
And all you 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,
oh it is to be your bride,
I am the little gypsy girl
that is to be your bride.
and through valleys green, I'm sure
Where he had got servants
On the softest bed of down there
But in my man's heart, well,
well, his fortune I did tell.