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Show Ev-er sing-ing Wl' wan-der. Ev-er sing-inn as we wan-de r O'er the hound-loss lea. Suin-ruer, 'Win-tor, morn oreve-ning. Broad mid day or night, Illa.-iiig torch-es. burn-ing hous-es, Or the North star's light; l'rin-ces rul-ing. eour-tiers fawn-ing; lov-ers in de-spair. Moth-ers crv-ing. daugh-ters sigh-ing, all give us, give us their share, A-hoh. a-hoh, a-hoh. Tis all the same to rov-ing gyp-sies, Ev-er bold and free, Ev-er sing-ing as they wan-dor. Ev-er sing-ing as they vvati-der. O'er the bound-less lea, A-hoh. a-hoh, a-hoh. IV. Komuu'.a: Gypsy (jt Etx. Poor Gi-ta-na. sad thy fate. etc. V. Cflorus: by Gypsies. Who would not be a gyp-sy':' So bold, so lithe, so free," Nor king, nor count, nor prince, nor pope, Can e'er as hap-py be; The t'or-est is his pal-ace. The inead-ow his do-main, And l'ear-less-ly he roves at will. O'er inoun-tain, lake or plain: And at our mid-night rev-els. We feast on wine and game. Ha, ha, ha. ha, ha, ha, ha. ha! That van-ished from the man-or near. And no-liod-y to blame, Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. ha. Ha, ha, ha. ha, ha, hal ha! It van-ished from the man-or near. And nn-hod-y to hlame. His queen as proud a beau-ty As e'er trod prince-ly halls". Lists for his voice with ea-ger love, Or where his foot-step falls: And cas-ta-nets are ring-ing, And tam-bour-ines re-sound. As gai-ly now the mer-ry crowd Swing in the mer-ry round: Now comes a blush-ing ni a id-en. To have her for-tune told, Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! ha, ha: The hand is crossed with sil - vit bright, Her mood a lov-er bold, Ha. ha. ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Ha, ha, ha, ha. ha. ha. ha! The hand is crossed with sil - vei bright Her meed a lov-er bold. There conies a greed-y niis-er. For one his gold to spend. That he might know how rich he'd he Or when his life would end. Thus one and all brings homage To our proud gyp-sy (iieen. Who would not then a gyp sy be. That gyp-sy s ev-er been? Who would not fie a gyp-sy. So bold, so lithe, so free? Ha. ha. ha, ha. ha. ha. ha. ha. Nor king nor count, nor prince nor pope, Can o'er as hap-py be. Ha, ha, ha. ha, ha. ha, ha. 11a. ha. ha. ha, ha, ha, ha, Nor king nor count, nor prince nor pope. Can e'er as hap-py be. VI. Romanza: Florence Stanley. A bird mourned for her ab-sent love, Up-on a win-fry bough. The fro-zen wind kept on a-bove, The freez-ing stream be-low. No leaf was on the for-est bare. etc. |