[Verse]
Bm                     A
Lithe-limbed boys with secrets in your eyes
G                           F#m      Bm
Come and dance where you'll be understood
Bm                       A
Dancing maid, leave your golden ball
G                F#m         Bm
Forgotten in the dark of the wood

F#m               D        F#m
Moon and moor and fire and fen
   D           E           F#
We hunt in the night for a song
Bm           A               D          E
Black hooves flashing as the flames fly high
         G       F#m         Bm
You will know us well by the dawn
       G            A          Bm
If you dare try the tune sing along


[Chorus]
G      A        D       E
Wiry gypsy boy, take my hand
           G      F#m        Bm
And you'll not be found come morning
G       A            D     E
Sham to splendor and back again
          G          F#m        Bm
Where the boot black hooves are shinin'.
F#m                       D       F#m
Once and again 'round the leaping fire,
          Bm     Em        F#
There's a secret some folk know:
Bm          A          D        E
Offer sweet mutton and not your hand--
       G                F#m          Bm
Better hope that you're dancing with Taglio!
       G        F#         Bm
Better pray the Gaselli is Taglio


[Verse]
Bm                    A
Do we kiss like poets imagine they do
           G           F#m          Bm
'Twixt the arms of the dusk and the dawn?
Bm                                     A
By the green you shall know us and the boot-black hooves
G                         F#m      Bm
Whirling 'round with your heart in pavane.

F#m                  D       F#m
We are drawn to your leaping fire
        D          E           F#
And you feast your mind on our song.
Bm          A            D       E
Bright eyes flash in the leaping light,
         G             F#m        Bm
E'er the rising of the sun we are gone.
       G           A           Bm
One or two of your number come along!


[Chorus]
G      A        D       E
Wiry gypsy boy, take my hand
           G      F#m        Bm
And you'll not be found come morning
G       A            D     E
Sham to splendor and back again
          G          F#m        Bm
Where the boot black hooves are shinin'.
F#m                       D       F#m
Once and again 'round the leaping fire,
          Bm     Em        F#
There's a secret some folk know:
Bm          A          D        E
Offer sweet mutton and not your arm--
       G                F#m          Bm
Better hope that you're dancing with Taglio!
       G        F#         Bm
Better pray the Gaselli is Taglio


[Verse]
Bm                              A
Last night, Alec drummed like a demon fell-
G                     F#m           Bm
With the light, he is nowhere to be found
Bm                    A
The lass in green who caught our Alec's eye
G                   F#m            Bm
Must've whisked him away without a sound!
F#m                            D     F#m
Where young Bess danced like a fairy faun
      D              E           F#
Not a trace, and you fear she is dead!
Bm      A             D          E
Bold Gaselli wear the green just so
          G               F#m         Bm
And we'll dance you right out of your head,
          G            A            Bm
And leave behind not a sole drop of red!

F#m                   D          F#m
Bringers of grace and tenders of fire,
D               E            F#
We dance to the beat of your drum.
Bm      A             D          E
Fret ye not about the boot-black hooves
G                     F#m          Bm
In the corner of your eye, nay, it must've been the rum!
G                   A            Bm
Just as well not to think of the feast that's to come-
G              F#          Bm
Saving poor Taglio... with hunger we come.


[Chorus]
G      A        D       E
Wiry gypsy boy, take my hand
           G      F#m        Bm
And you'll not be found come morning
G       A            D     E
Sham to splendor and back again
          G          F#m        Bm
Where the boot black hooves are shinin'.
F#m                       D       F#m
Once and again 'round the leaping fire,
          Bm     Em        F#
There's a secret some folk know:
Bm          A          D        E
Offer sweet mutton and not your hand--
       G           F#m     Bm
Better pray the Gaselli is Taglio!
       G             F#      Bm
Better hope that his name is Taglio