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Martha the Gypsy and no one knows her name
Her birthday falls on Wednesday and it always is the same
it always is the same
Martha brings you laughter and mouths a song of joy
But once no morning after with she sing songs of the boy
will she sing songs of the boy
Martha's come to fields of grass and sunshine and rain
And Martha's come to places where no one knows her name
Where she can blow to dust all the world and games and pain of the world
And games and pain and pain and pain
And the gypsy girl is laughing children knock upon her door
She rides a dappled pony and lies upon the shore
And the city boys bring flowers and lay them at her door
When she comes to you in morning babe don't close don't shut the door no more
Don't' close don't shut the door no more
And the orphan needs a good home to build castles and to play
If you'd rather knock the girl come back another day
They all grow up to be women and they all go on their way
But Martha's birthday's Wednesday and it always is the same
It always is the same