Smile for us my lady
share your joy with all out yonder!.
Laugh for me my lady
smite my loving heart asunder!.
Sing to me of thy love,
for one who is a slave to thy beauty
tanned by the sun above,
let thy song be more than a duty!.
Favor me my lady
with a voice sounding as an angel!.
Dance for me my lady
to the music of thine anklets tinkle!.
Set thy skirts a whirling
thy golden tresses unveil thy face!.
Notes of the fiddle unfurling
all applauding thine agile grace!.
Thou art a queen my lady
to this great gathered Romany clan!.
Come, take thy place my lady
aside your king a chosen gypsy man!.
Soon the moon will rise anew,
leafy woods retreat in the gloaming
and fields will sparkle with dew,
when on the morrow we will be roaming!.
Now dance with me my lady,
let your voice be as a rivers laughter!.
The highways are ours my lady
to travel with our sons and daughter!.
We are born of royal blood
subject to none other but to our laws!.
Staying in field or wood
of Gorgy's who kindly open their doors!.
The cities have no love
for we who are of the country bred!.
Nature gives all we love
it is to her we always turn to instead!.
One last dance my queen
beneath the stars above now twinkling!.
Then to sleep, to dream
to the lullaby of the rivers tinkling!.
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