Lady Gypsy - David Brent

When I had known only

Eighteen summers

I headed West through the

Whitley Wood

To make my fortune and

To find a lover

And to lead the best life a young man could

Ly, ly ly ly, ly ly ly

Oh ly ly ly, ly ly ly, ly ly ly

And by the lakeside just South of Didcot

I spied an angel who was standing there

She was a traveller

But she was pretty

And clean

She was in the water, washing her hair

I lost my heart to a lady gypsy

So long ago I forget her name

But I

Still remember the

Smell of the flowers

And the way, my life would never be the same

She laid me down on a bed of heather

She said «please be careful this is what I sell»

I said «you're a hooker?»

She said «No, I mean the heather

I sell the heather like a lucky spell»

I said «but to be clear then

The sex is free yes?»

She said «yes the sex is free

The heather’s a pound»

I said «I don’t need no heather

And if I did I would just pick some, it’s free

It’s growing in the ground»

I lost my heart to a lady gypsy

So long ago I forget her name

But I

Still remember the

Smell of the flowers

And the way my life would never be the same

I lost my heart to a lady gypsy

So long ago I forget her name

But I

Still remember the

Smell of the flowers

And the way my life would never be the same

When I had known only

Eighteen summers