Water Gypsies

by Ray Bradfield



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Chorus :
They call us water gypsies
But we don't care what they say
Folks on the banks, never give any thanks
For the trade we're bringin' their way
We may be water gypsies
But we all 'ave 'omes of our own
Tho' they may be cramped, in the light of a lamp
They'll be fit for a Queen on a throne

We takes our loads where we finds 'em
But all that glistens ain't gold
Coals always dirty, no need to get shirty
When you're shovelling it out of the 'old
It may take a day or two's cleaning
'Til our boat gleams like a new pin
Oh we're not complaining, save some for when it's raining
And some to get a round in!

This life ain't always a picnic
In fact it can get pretty 'ard
Sometimnes in the summer there ain't enough water
To fill up the locks from the pound
If we gets behind with the cargo
Then there's the reckoning to pay
Toll clerks get grumpy and threaten to thump me
When we're striving to be on our way

Now we're all one travelling family
All up and down the canals
News passes quickly from lock to lock
Of the birthings and matchings and funerals!
But we all meet up at the rally
Everyone tried to turn out
All tied up together, like birds of a feather
We know 'ow to 'push the boat out'
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