The gipsy tents are on the down, <br />The gipsy girls are here; <br />And it's O to be off and away from the town <br />With a gipsy for my dear! <br /> <br />We'd make our bed in the bracken <br />With the lark for a chambermaid; <br />The lark would sing us awake in the morning, <br />Singing above our head. <br /> <br />We'd drink the sunlight all day long <br />With never a house to bind us; <br />And we'd only flout in a merry song <br />The world we left behind us. <br /> <br />We would be free as birds are free <br />The livelong day, the livelong day; <br />And we would lie in the sunny bracken <br />With none to say us nay. <br /> <br />The gipsy tents are on the down, <br />The gipsy girls are here; <br />And it's O to be off and away from the town <br />With a gipsy for my dear!<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gipsy-love/
