WHITE WATER
  From Wildman

  The river is wild yet peaceful
  The wind is in my face
  I can hear the voice of the river
  My grip is firm in place

  I feel the strength of the current
  As it pulls me from side to side
  My knees are locked in tightly
  It’s a rough and rocky ride

  Ahead I see still waters
  My heartbeat starts to slow
  I’ll ride the river again someday
  It thrills my very soul

    DISILO
  By Jean Hope

  Disilo is breaking, another night is done
  Disilo is breaking, here comes the morning sun
  I think I'll go out hawking, I hear my father say
  To try and take some vonger and sell my rugs today!

   NOBODY'S DAUGHTER
  By Rita Light

  I 'm nobody's daughter, the reason you see
  I've now lost both parents and alone as can be
  My father he died over twelve years ago
  My Mum I've just lost her and I miss them both so

  Brought up in a family with so much love
  Of that I really can thank God above
  A Gypsy child is really so blessed
  By having a childhood that's really the best

  I loved them so much and the pain is so bad
  If only I could have back my Mum and my Dad
  They loved me so much and protected me so
  Oh! Please God above, why did you let them go

  The memories I have are all so sweet
  Like when they called me their "Baby girl Reet"
  If one thing in this world I wish I could alter
  It would be to say that I'm "Somebody's daughter

  THE TRAVELLER
  By Francis Allen

  From city, town or village green
  Under the stars where life is free
  Come my friend, yoke up your horse
  Let's hitch up and then go forth

  Oh! What a joy it is to roam
  And have a vardo for a home
  A home on wheels is my delight
  Pulled by a horse with all it's might

  Doing hard work for little pay
  To help us get through every day
  Some days here, some days there
  Living life without a care

   From dawn to dusk we work our way
  Over hills and dales and far away
  When sitting by the firelight glow
  Thank God for what we Travellers call home

  With horse and cart, love and care
  We’ll work our way to Appleby Fair
  This ancient town of Travellers’ joy
  Where old friends meet, both man and boy

  With whippet, lurcher or greyhound
  Through the fields we hunt around
  If we catch a rabbit, it’s a winner
  It means we have tomorrow’s dinner

  For day by day as we grow old
  A Traveller’s life is just like gold
  Like trinket, jewel or precious stone
  Life is sweet if you can roam

  When tired and weary and past my best
  And God calls me on to take my rest
  I hope in Heaven I can roam
  And have a vardo for my home

  Then when in death my living soul
  Will never reach the end of the road
  As I lie and wait for God to say
  “Come on chaver, it’s Judgement Day”