THE GIPSY'S HOME.

We, who the wide world make our home;

The barren heath our cheerful bed;

Careless o'er mount and moor we roam,

And never tears of sorrow shed.

But merrily, O! Merrily, O!

Through this world of care we go.

Love, that a palace left in tears,

Flew to our houseless feast of mirth:

For here, unfetter'd, beauty cheers,

The heaven alone that's found on earth!

Then merrily, O! Merrily, O!

Through this world of care we go.