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Song - Winifred and Chorus
| Winifred: | My gipsy life is free as air, I wander here and wander there. To win a welcome ev'rywhere, And find a home! For like a bird at breath of spring, From place to place my way I wing, And still my careless song I sing Where'er I roam. And though I've not been caught as yet, With many a foolish youth I've met Who tried to snare me with love's net, But like a bird I'm wild and shy, For when they seek his flight to stay He shakes his head and chirps "Good day," Then spreads his wings and flies away, And so do I! They call me "Merry little gipsy maid," And I'm afraid, To tell the compliments I'm paid! They give me welcome and they bid me stay — They want to hear me laugh and sing all day! |
| All: | They call me "Merry little gipsy maid," And I'm afraid, To tell the compliments I'm paid! They give me welcome and they bid me stay — They want to hear me laugh and sing all day! |
| Winifred: | And so from town to town I flit, And on my perch I chirp and twit; At Cupid's darts which never hit, I only laugh. Because I don't believe a word Of all the tales of love I've heard, I don't admire the little bird That's caught with chaff. For while they praise his plumage rare And say his song's beyond compare, There always lurks an unknown snare, To clip his wings they mean to try. In gilded cage to feed and nest, He has no need to be their guest, He knows that freedom's far the best, And so do I! They call me "Merry little gipsy maid," And I'm afraid, To tell the compliments I'm paid! They give me welcome and they bid me stay — They want to hear me laugh and sing all day! |
| All: | They call me "Merry little gipsy maid," And I'm afraid, To tell the compliments I'm paid! They give me welcome and they bid me stay — They want to hear me laugh and sing all day! |
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Page modified 20 February 2017