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 The little gipsy vi'lits, they wus smilin' round me feet. An' this dreamin' dilly day-dreams on a Summer day wus sweet. I 'eaves me frame frum orf the fence, an' grabs me little axe; But, when I'm 'arf way to the shed, she stops me in me tracks. "Yer lunch is ready. That ole wood kin easy wait a while." Strike! I'm marri'd to a woman... But she never seen me smile.