Raggle Taggle Gypsy
Raggle Taggle gypsy boy
born somewhere different
in the countryside, though
not far from a big city.
Hanzi, at the age of eight
he used to live as a gypsy boy,
going from here to there
and everywhere.
He has never had the chance
to go to school, but he loved to dance,
sing and playing the bagpipes.
His father used to take him to the pubs
on the back of the horse up and down
drinking and singing until the dawn.
As his father was usually drunk,
Hanzi used to take him home
one night after night.
Engaged to the instruments he
practised every day when time
gave him the chance.
Poor raggle taggle gypsy boy,
he was so depressed but
talented as nobody.
He was an adult boy at his early age.
He left his routine and went
to the outskirts of Glasgow
as a raggle taggle gypsy boy.
He played his music begging
on the streets, violin, pipes, flute
and more, only for peanuts
and applauses.
Hanzi wanted another life,
far from the one he had before.
Many years after dancing
from here to there,
he was playing in a pub in Glasgow
when he met this princess.
Leah was her name,
very rich lady lost in the night cocktails,
looking for youngsters
gypsies to spend her live with.
Hanzi embraced her as a friend,
never as a lover, he was poor but honest.
He was only twenty and he wasn't in love.
Leah didn't care,
she saw a raggle taggle gypsy boy
going to somewhere in his life
and she joined him to follow his star.
Copyright © Maria Fernandez-Garcia | Year Posted 2024
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