A voice over

Flagship programme script
Voiceover

When we travellers trod upon the downs
When heather sweet was scattered round
When vardos were true caravans
When kyers rode pon these lands

Where church bells chimed and wheels did roll
Upon the tracks we folk would go
Where grouse and pheasants were dismissed
Amongst the hills where we would kiss

Oh poets they write of days long ago
When we were free and the land was our own
But now some have homes of concrete and brick
The capitalists have won with their spinning tricks

Though now you can see what with such liberty
How grand we can be with hills to roam free
We gypsy folk are not all as we seem
When hidden talents urge to fulfil ones dream

* Good emphasis is required to express the positivity of the traditional traveller!