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lirik lagu mr. fox (folk) - the gipsy

i’d like to tell you, people, i met her at a fair
but i met her in a pub down by the far side of the square
she was dark and she was handsome and her name was mary lee
and i’ll tell you of the good times of mary lee and me

she said she was a gypsy and i knew she didn’t lie
you could see the piles of india in her dark and roving eye
i knew i couldn’t hold her, i knew she must be free
but no power on earth could quench the love i had for mary lee

she said thе time of horses had long since passеd away
but the family remembered them as carefree happy days
her granddad used to drive in a pony and a trap
but now they lived in bradford where her father dealt in scr~p

i can’t really tell you how we passed away our time
we mostly spent the evenings drinking tetley’s ale and wine
and though it may seem commonplace the way i tell it you
to me, the life with mary lee was like a dream come true

i courted this young gypsy girl through autumn into spring
and i thought the time had come for me to offer her my ring
but i never plucked my courage up for i began to see
that mary lee grew restless with the putting on the trees

it was on a sunday afternoon, i called to take her out
it was mary’s dad, not mary, who answered to my shout
if it’s her that you’re seeking, you’ve a long long way to go
she joined the bands for scotland at least twelve hours ago
but while i stood there speechless at what her father said
and the promises i’d hoped for were still ringing in my head
then i knew that i must travel the road she’d gone on
even if it took me to the dark side of the sun

so early next morning, i started for ilkley
the city was silent and still as a stone
with hope in my heart and fire in my head
i set off to find where the gypsies had gone

i flagged down a car that dropped me at bolton
the valley before me, the town at my back
walking alone by the low hills of wolfdale
by the black top of kimsey, i saw the door crack

the first one i met on the road was a farmer
he nodded his head as he passed me by
i asked him politely if he’d seen the gypsies
“they were camped up at langstrothdale” came his reply

by evening i came to the village of bolton
decided that here i should make my night stop
“have you seen the gypsies?” i asked my friend jackie
“they’ve moved on” he said, “they’ve gone over the top”

so next morning i took the road into wensleydale
oh and before me, stretched out like a dream
up by the boulders and over the bridge
where the white lady walks into the stream
i stopped, an old man i met once before
it’s calvert, the maker of wensleydale cheese
and when i asked kit if he’d seen the gypsies
the words that he spoke helped to put me at ease

he said “the gypsies left early, i watched as they went
they had one among them, a fine dark~haired lass”
she shouted to me from the back of a wagon
they were making for keld by the b~ttertubs pass

now the b~ttertubs pass, it’s steep and it’s high
and the horses would find it a hard way to go
if i kept on the road and my boots didn’t fail me
i might catch them all before daylight was through

high on the road and n0body near me
far from the city and far from all harm
sheep on the hillside, grouse in the heather
the blind windows of a far distant farm

as the sun dropped down low, i came into thwaite
leaving behind me the dusk on the fells
started straightway down the road into keld
where neddy once played his harmonium and bells

from a field by the road, i saw the smoke rising
i hitched up my pack as i rounded the bend
i first saw the horses and then saw the wagons
and i knew that my journey was nearing its end
mary walked up to me and i looked into her eyes
and the sadness in her face is a thing i can’t describe
we didn’t speak a word, there was nothing we could say
about the closing of a love affair, the closing of a day

mary took my hand in hers, i took her hand in mine
just one more night together before we had our time
we couldn’t sleep inside the van, there wasn’t any room
so i spent the night in mary’s arms beneath the haloed moon

i woke up in the morning, the light was cold and grey
the gypsies and their caravans had gone upon their way
in my head, a burning pain, in my heart, a hole
by my side, a note was pinned, have mercy on my soul

the last time i heard a word about my mary lee
she was married to a tinker and was living in dundee
they say she has a baby now to bounce upon her knee
and i wonder in the long nights if she ever thinks of me

- lirik lagu mr fox folk

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