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fair day

tinkers came this morning 
out of the melting  sun
like a rainbow in a cloud of dust
their caravans noisily come

music swirled about them
and women's ribbons flew
in their coal black hair red roses
still wet with the morning's dew

rat tat tat on the pots and pans
rat tat tat on their women too
the village men stood stiffly 'round
their faces glum mouths turned down
when the tinkers came to town

the village men burn with lusty fire
for tinker girls are sweet
but never closer could they come
to the swiftly dancing feet

'round and 'round like Christmas tops
skirts high above their waist
willow withy women danced 
while their men  they robbed the place

rat tat tat on the pots and pans
rat tat tat on their women too
the village men stood stiffly 'round
their faces glum mouths turned down
when the tinkers came to town

anxious to be off again
fairy vaner ponies stamped 
flowing mane and tails held high
they pranced around the camp

now at dusk and shadows creep
too the music all must yield 
not a blade has been disturbed
across that empty field

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