A dusky baby came to share
A gypsy’ s caravan,
The dark-eyed mother loved the child
As only mothers can.
She laid him’ mongst the grasses, where
The south wind softly blows;
Love’ s angel sent to mark the spot
The Ragged Robin Rose.
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