A Long'ng
A gypsy came singing into the night
With a smile so warm it be not his wite
That he touched my heart, and I touched his hand
As me love went out to the gypsy man.
Gypsies are roamers and gypsies are free
I know he’ll not, long stay with me
We will go our separate ways
But I’ll ne’r forget these gypsy days
I’ll be marryin’ into gentry
A Lady of Station will I be
And if we ‘ere should meet again
I’ll not be knowin’ me gypsy man
For it be me geis of this I’m clear
To serve me Lord and family dear
For I was born without a choice
I was born with out a voice.
Yet I long to live the gypsy life
To traverse at will, me Pict’s on fife.
Gypsies are roamers and gypsies are free
And that is what I’m long’ng to be.
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