Irish Gypsy
[ Cally Krallman / Randy Wills ]
So green is the path from Dublin,
West to County Kildare
I’m steady and by tomorrow,
I surely will be there.
I pass by the fields of heather,
Stone walls with Irish rose
Before me a beautiful meadow,
Behind me the hills of Wicklow.
CHORUS:
I am an Irish Gypsy… a travelin’ here and there
A ramblin’ man am I… just goin’ to Kildare
A caravan of Horses…and treasures oh, so grand
The life of a wanderin’ gypsy…I am an Irishman
My steed is an Irish Tinker,
whose mane is flowing and long
And me I’m a wanderin’ gypsy,
Just traveling along.
I carry all my treasures,
Fine china and some gold
To the town of ole Kilbeggan,
To see what can be sold
CHORUS:
I am an Irish Gypsy… a travelin’ here and there
A ramblin’ man am I… just goin’ to Kildare
A caravan of Horses…and treasures oh, so grand
The life of a wanderin’ gypsy…I am an Irishman
I’m takin me pony to market,
To see if he might sell
I’ll throw in the bit and harness,
If ya promise not to tell.
How ‘bout a handful of shillings,
It surely would be grand
We’ll seal the deal with a promise,
And a friendly slap of the hand.
REPEAT CHORUS TWICE
