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| THE WHITE moth to the closing bine, | |
| The bee to the opened clover, | |
| And the gipsy blood to the gipsy blood | |
| Ever the wide world over. | |
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| Ever the wide world over, lass, | 5 |
| Ever the trail held true, | |
| Over the world and under the world, | |
| And back at the last to you. | |
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| Out of the dark of the gorgio camp, | |
| Out of the grime and the gray | 10 |
| (Morning waits at the end of the world), | |
| Gipsy, come away! | |
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| The wild boar to the sun-dried swamp, | |
| The red crane to her reed, | |
| And the Romany lass to the Romany lad | 15 |
| By the tie of a roving breed. | |
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| The pied snake to the rifted rock, | |
| The buck to the stony plain, | |
| And the Romany lass to the Romany lad, | |
| And both to the road again. | 20 |
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| Both to the road again, again! | |
| Out on a clean sea-track— | |
| Follow the cross of the gipsy trail | |
| Over the world and back! | |
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| Follow the Romany patteran | 25 |
| North where the blue bergs sail, | |
| And the bows are gray with the frozen spray, | |
| And the masts are shod with mail. | |
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| Follow the Romany patteran | |
| Sheer to the Austral Light, | 30 |
| Where the besom of God is the wild South wind, | |
| Sweeping the sea-floors white. | |
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| Follow the Romany patteran | |
| West to the sinking sun, | |
| Till the junk-sails lift through the houseless drift, | 35 |
| And the east and the west are one. | |
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| Follow the Romany patteran | |
| East where the silence broods | |
| By a purple wave on an opal beach | |
| In the hush of the Mahim woods. | 40 |
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| “The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky, | |
| The deer to the wholesome wold | |
| And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid, | |
| As it was in the days of old.” | |
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| The heart of a man to the heart of a maid— | 45 |
| Light of my tents, be fleet. | |
| Morning waits at the end of the world, | |
| And the world is all at our feet! | |
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