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 HE 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.

Ever the wide world over, lass, Ever the trail held true, Over the w^rld and under the world, And back at the last to you.

Out of the dark of the gorgio camp, Out of the grime and the gray (Morning waits at the end of the world), Gipsy, come away!

The wild boar to the sun-dried swamp, The red crane to her reed, And the Romany lass to the Romany lad By the tie of a roving breed.

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.

Both to the road again, again! Out on a clean sea-track Follow the cross of the gipsy trail Over the world and back!

Follow the Romany patteran North where the blue bergs sail, And the bows are gray with the frozen spray, And the masts are shod with mail.