When you bring your pledge of a lasting love,
A love that is fond and free,
Oh, whisper not of a castle high,
Or a yacht that sails the sea.
I want no tale of a palace fair
That towers over loch and lea;
But a table set in the open air
And a Romany tent for me.
When you whisper words that should please me well,
When you woo me, Sweetheart mine,