I took her with me from County to County,
Her hair in ringlets, her teeth like pearl.
Now, there isn’t any town in the whole of the country
Where I didn’t drink a naggin with my ginger girl.
I’ll fix your pots and I’ll fix your kettle;
I’ll fix a handle to your frying pan.
But, if there’s no utensil that is needing my mending,
I’ll beg and I’ll borrow for my ginger girl.
We travelled together from County to County.
We travelled the country in our caravan.
Hup there, Nijinsky, we’ll soon reach your tether
And we’ll have a little naggin in a village inn.
She gave me a child; soon she gave me six childer;
We all lived together in the caravan.
I swear to God that they were never hungry,
For I begged and I borrowed for my ginger girl.
Well, she grew old, and I grew older,
And Nijinsky died by the caravan.
In a little tigeen, we now live together,
And we talk about our life in the caravan.
I took her with me from County to County,
Her hair in ringlets, her teeth like pearl.
Now, there isn’t any town in the whole of the country
Where I didn’t drink a naggin with my ginger girl.
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