Oh the Horses are Ready by J A J Richardson 2024

Oh the Horses are Ready by J A J Richardson 2024 




The Gypsy are Travelling,

Tins and Pots and Hats

From Bournemouth to Appleby,

Or where their Feet shall Land.

Oh, the Horses are Ready,

Fresh Painted All the Wagons,

Far off may Hear them Singing,

With their Kinsfolk and Chavvies.


Gypsy are Travelling,

Harks the call of Larks

From Southampton to Northampton,

Beware of all your Rabbit.

Oh, the Horses are Ready,

To Chop and Buy and Swap

Piebald with White Feathers,

Clipped just neath the Clop.


Gypsy are Travelling 

May even here them shout 

"Any Old Iron, Tin or Gold"

Used to be their Chant.

Oh, the Horses are Ready,

Tents, Doilies and Pegs,

Neath the Stars again Sleeping,

Along the Ancient Tracks. 


Gypsy are Travelling

With work along the Lane

Road Digging and Hard Grafting

That Paved the Gorger's Way.

Oh, the Horses are Ready

With several Bails of Straw,

Grass-fed the Mares in grazing

In fine Meadow by the Ford. 


Gypsy are Travelling

Romany, Tinker, Farrier

Carry their Tools about Them 

To Craft their State of Art .

Oh, the Horses are Ready, 

By-road, Moot and Turnpike 

Stout about the Sunrise,

Drunken by the Moonlight. 


Gypsy are Travelling 

Awash the Scent of Nettles

Down Canal and Tow Path

To watch the Hops still Growing.

Oh, the Horses are Ready 

Before the Bramble Flowers

Whilst all the Birds are Singing

The Gypsy are a Travelling 

 

[J A J Richardson]

02.04.2024

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