The gipsy tents are on the down, The gipsy girls are here; And it's O to be off and away from the town With a gipsy for my dear! We'd make our bed in the bracken With the lark for a chambermaid; The lark would sing us awake in the morning, Singing above our head. We'd drink the sunlight all day long With never a house to bind us; And we'd only flout in a merry song The world we left behind us. We would be free as birds are free The livelong day, the livelong day; And we would lie in the sunny bracken With none to say us nay. The gipsy tents are on the down, The gipsy girls are here; And it's O to be off and away from the town With a gipsy for my dear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FONTAINEBLEAU (AUTUMN) by SARA TEASDALE A DOUBLE BALLAD OF GOOD COUNSEL by FRANCOIS VILLON SONNET: TO DANTE by GUIDO CAVALCANTI THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONG OF THE WRENS: MARRIAGE MORNING by ALFRED TENNYSON COUNTRY DOCTOR by DANA KNEELAND AKERS LATE AUTUMN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM DROWNED IN HARBOUR by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA SONNET: 13 by RICHARD BARNFIELD URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE FOURTH CANTO, OR LAST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE |