UNLESS you come of the gipsy stock
?That steals by night and day.
Lock your heart with a double lock
?And throw the key away.
Bury it under the blackest stone
?Beneath your father’s hearth.
And keep your eyes on your lawful own
?And your feet to the proper path.
??Then you can stand at your door and mock
???When the gipsy-vans come through . . .
??For it isn’t right that the Gorgio stock
???Should live as the Romany do.
Unless you come of the gipsy blood
?That takes and never spares.
Bide content with your given good
?And follow your own affairs.
Plough and harrow and roll your land.
?And sow what ought to be sowed;
But never let loose your heart from your hand.
?Nor flitter it down the road
??Then you can thrive on your boughten food
???As the gipsy-vans come through . . .
??For it isn’t nature the Gorgio blood
???Should love as the Romany do.
Unless you ............