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THE GYPSYING I wish we might go gypsying one day the while we're young— On a blue October morning Beneath a cloudless sky, When all the world's a vibrant harp The winds o' God have strung, And gay as tossing torches the maples light us by; The rising sun before us—a golden bubble swung— I wish we might go gypsying one day the while we're young. I wish we might go gypsying one day before we're old— To step it with the wild west wind And sing the while we go, Through far forgotten orchards Hung with jewels red and gold; Through cool and fragrant forests where never sun may show, To stand upon a high hill and watch the mist unfold— I wish we might go gypsying one day before we're old. I wish we might go gypsying, dear lad, the while we care— The while we've heart for hazarding, The while we've will to sing, The while we've wit to hear the call And youth and mirth to spare, Before a day may find us too sad for gypsying, Before a day may find us too dull to dream and dare— I wish we might go gypsying, dear lad, the while we care. <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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