The road the gypsies go

Young as I remember 
The scrag end of the war 
Gypsies through the borders 
Came a jingling door to door 
With posies of primroses 
and all the bonny bloom 
But far and near as fool´s fire 
They came glittering through the gloom 

and their tongues as strong and nimble 
As would bind the looms of luck 
Wame to grave by coin and stave 
The blade´s edge and the cup 
As young as I remember 
It´s rosined in the bow 
and the tune still rambles rhyming 
To the road the gypsies go