well as i walked down the metal road with all but forty pounds only the bells around my waist the cut throats to confound no sharp eyed rogue would rob me no vagabond likewise and i bet my hide i ll win my bride with the flashing bright blue eyes well the first i met was a tinker with gold rings to sell each one cost a tenner but some looked twice as well and i said that s lucky for me and parted with some cash to take a golden wedding band to my deserving lass well as i walked down the metal road with all but thirty pounds only the bells around my waist the cut throats to confound no sharp eyed rogue would rob me no vagabond likewise and i bet my hide i ll win my bride with the flashing bright blue eyes well the next i met was a gypsy she had a yard of honiton lace eyes as brown as berries with an honest open face and i said that s lucky for me and parted with some cash to take a beautiful wedding veil to my deserving lass well as i walked down the metal road with all but twenty pounds only the bells around my waist the cut throats to confound no sharp eyed rogue would rob me no vagabond likewise and i bet my hide i ll win my bride with the flashing bright blue eyes well the next i met was an urchin he had orchids by the score blues and reds and yellows to make the sun feel sore and i said that s lucky for me and parted with some cash to take a rare wedding bouquet to my deserving lass well as i walked down the metal road with all but ten pounds only the bells around my waist the cut throats to confound no sharp eyed rogue would rob me no vagabond likewise and i bet my hide i ll win my bride with the flashing bright blue eyes well the last i met was a farmer he had a magnum of champagne he wanted fifteen guineas but i clinched it just the same and i said that s lucky for me now we can raise a glass and drink a sparkling wedding toast to my deserving lass well as father reed s an ignorant man you can hear him loudly call it s a curtain ring on her finger and her veil s a gypsy s shawl and what a fine bunch of wayside weeds fresh picked from down the lane and a wedding cup of cider sets us on the road again well as i walked down the metal road with never a weary pound only the bells around my waist the cut throats to confound no sharp eyed rogue would rob me no vagabond likewise and i kept my hide and i won my bride with the flashing bright blue eyes