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i buy my pegs from the gypsies ( seispyg eht morf sgep ym yub i )

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the sailor went to the tailors
for his tights & an evening gown
the sailor went to the tailors
he paid five shillings & a crown

i buy my pegs from the gypsies
i buy my heather from them too
i buy my pegs from the gypsies
but i wrote this poem for you

the doctor rode on a donkey
the spinster span a life of grey
the doctor rode on a donkey
& sang this song upon his way

i buy my pegs from the gypsies
i buy my heather from them too
i buy my pegs from the gypsies
but i wrote this poem for you

the maidens milked of a morning
the dawning thought she had a choice
the maidens milked of a morning
& the town crier lost his voice

i buy my pegs from the gypsies
i buy my heather from them too
i buy my pegs from the gypsies
but i wrote this poem for you

the bishop bashed – with a hammer
a rusted nail upon a post
the bishop bashed – with a hammer
& swore he saw the holy ghost

i buy my pegs from the gypsies
i buy my heather from them too
i buy my pegs from the gypsies
but i wrote this poem for you

the miller wept in a windmill
the farmer slept in a barn
the miller wept in a windmill
so a minstrel minced a folk yarn

i buy my pegs from the gypsies
i buy my heather from them too
i buy my pegs from the gypsies
but i wrote this poem for you

the baron danced with a badger
the soldier fell into a well
the baron danced with a badger
as the clocksmith polished his bell

i buy my pegs from the gypsies
i buy my heather from them too
i buy my pegs from the gypsies
but i wrote this poem for you – for you
oh, i wrote this poem for you

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