They say that a nuisance am I
To the householders far and near,
That my ribald rabble make women fly,
And our raids fill tenants with fear.
We’re a pest, a disturbance, a curse
(So I hear that the gentlefolks say),
But they’d find it hard were we ten times worse
To frighten the gipsies away.
They may talk of the Vagrant Act,
And the Nuisance Inspector send