Restless gypsys. 

Guns poured in & out of taverns hiding from a duty

The delicacy of running around a once ruined town

Restless gypsys dancing in the dust settled across

Rope lined boards in a former flickering gas light city.

The Belle of trams interrupting the morse

Scattered Morsels as they dress rehearse 

for the mortuary crowded views as 

worlds of priests holes remain hidden.

In a new electric cinema old world of hot typewriters 

And the men who swoon and faint when they

come calling with oriental flowering cards.

Whilst the wild vales are drained

 and windmills have gone 

as watchers prepare screens for Maypole dance

Scrapped Hats sold along the green dragons table

Metal traded for plundered fallen apple trees.