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...THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE DARKLING THRUSH by THOMAS HARDY ANGEL OR WOMAN by THOMAS PARNELL IDYLLS OF THE KING: GERAINT AND ENID by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE by HENRY WOTTON THE EUMENIDES: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS THE ELDER'S WARNING; A LAY OF THE CONVOCATION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |