  The Romany has gone, he has taken all my kisses, I knew I could not keep him, so I laughed and let him go. I do not know the road where his freedom and his bliss is, So take my sober spinning where no gypsy winds can blow. I will find my life serene, I will wed a pleasant lover, I may think no more of perfume and the lingering in the lane; I will rear me sturdy children, and my soul I will discover, For I will not love a Romany in all this world again. |
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