day once dawned, 
As sleepers yawned
day of leaves so green-i-o
That a man rode high
In the tinker’s sky
And begged me to [bad word] o
And follow the path of the Gypsy-o 

Seaweed clings [bad word] rings
On the fingers of my lady-o
And the people in the town
They would not look round
To see me [bad word] o
On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o

I passed the glade 
And took me a shade
Beneath an oak so twisty-o
And a vision I saw
As the crow did craw 
No more did I go searching-o
One the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o

Seaweed clings [bad word] rings
On the fingers of my lady-o
And the people in the town
They would not look round
To see me [bad word] o
On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o

His caravan 
Was painted by hand
That’s touched every pebble in the ocean-o
And the pictures there
They move in thin air
There forever telling-o
The tails of the Enchanted Gypsy-o

Seaweed clings [bad word] rings
On the fingers of my lady-o
And the people in the town
They would not look round
To see me [bad word] o
For to follow the path of the Gypsy-o