A Gipsy roaming thro' the meadows
Spied a linnet a linnet on a tree
Ah! tho' thy lay she said is pretty
Listen songster listen to me
That is what thy song should be
That is what thy song should be
A carol then the linnet warbled
Ringing out each joyous note,
sweeter music every moment
issued from its tiny throat till the
Gipsy's heart Gipsy's heart it smote
Oh! Birdie! cried the Gipsy maiden
I alas! was very very vain,
For my song is poor and very humble
Near thy sweet and tender strain
Sing sing O sing o sing o sing again
O sing to me O sing to me
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Source: genie
Romanised by JHnimm
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