Words and music Robin Williamsson 1979 



Young as I remember 

The scrag end of the war 

Gypsies through the borders 

Came a jingling door to door 

With posies of primroses 

and all the bonny bloom 

But far and near as fool´s fire 

They came glittering through the gloom 



and their tongues as strong and nimble 

As would bind the looms of luck 

Wame to grave by coin and stave 

The blade´s edge and the cup 

As young as I remember 

It´s rosined in the bow 

and the tune still rambles rhyming 

To the road the gypsies go