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1865–1945

GIPSY LOVE.

Arthur Symons

THE gipsy tents are on the down, The gipsy girls are here; And it's O to be off and away from the town With a gipsy for my dear!

We'd make our bed in the bracken With the lark for a chambermaid; The lark would sing us awake in the mornings Singing above our head.

We'd drink the sunlight all day long With never a house to bind us; And we'd only flout in a merry song The world we left behind us.

We would be free as birds are free The livelong day, the livelong day; And we would lie in the sunny bracken With none to say us nay.

The gipsy tents are on the down, The gipsy girls are here; And it's O to be off and away from the town With a gipsy for my dear!

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