GIPSY LOVE.

By 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!