My Mother Said Never Play With Gypsies
My Mother said, I never should
Play with the gypsies in the wood;
If I did, she would say,
You naughty boy to disobey.
Your hair shan’t curl and your shoes shan’t shine,
You gypsy boy, you shan’t be mine.
And my father said that if I did
He’d rap my head with the teapot-lid.
The wood was dark, the grass was green
Along came Sally with a tambourine.
I went to sea - no ship to get across,
I paid ten shillings for a blind white horse.
I up on his back and was off on a crack,
Sally tell my mother that I shan't come back.
(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Wed 7 Jan 2009, 11:52, Reply)