ErnieYou could hear the hoof beats pound
As they raced across the ground
And the clatter of the wheels
As they spun round and round
And he galloped into Market Street
His badge upon his chest
His name was Ernie
And he drove the fastest milkcart in the west
Gather In the MushroomsLucy went down on a farm, tried to milk a cow,
Though she tried she couldn't get the hang of it somehow.
The farmer looked at Lucy and murmured with a frown,
"Well you just hang on tightly, gal, and she'll jump up and down."
Oh, gather in the mushrooms, put 'em in a pot,
Pop 'em in the oven an serve 'em piping ho-ot.
Gypsy danceNow Maria was a high class gypsy,
she sold gold earings from a stall,
Her mother had a cut-glass eye,
her father had a crystal ball.
I took Maria to a fancy dress dance, it was a very swell affair,
All the girls had to wear a dress the same colour as their escort's hair.
There was a commotion in the ballroom at the palace,
Moving On AgainMoving On Again
Chorus
Here I stand at the railroad track,
The memory of her, it keeps calling me back.
And hoo-ee goes that old freight train,
Telling me I should be moving on again, and on.
The andalucian gypsiesOutside a bar in Toledo, where you had had more than your fill,
A man stood rotating a chicken on a flaming-hot infrared grill.
You staggered up to him and shouted, with a voice just like a town crier,
You said, "Hey, mate, your barrel organ is broken, what's more your monkey's on fire."
But the Andalucian gypsies have a saying so old but so true,
That for every man there's a woman, and my darling I've chosen you.