1 The white moth to the closing bine, The bee to the opened clover, And the gipsy blood to the gipsy blood Ever the wide world over. 2 Ever the wide world over, lass, Ever the trail held true, Over the world and under the world, And back at the last to you. 3 Out of the dark of the gorgio camp, Out of the grime and the grey (Morning waits at the end of the world), Gipsy, come away! 4 The wild boar to the sun-dried swamp, The red crane to her reed, And the Romany lass to the Romany lad, By the tie of a roving breed. 5 The pied snake to the rifted rock, The buck to the stony plain, And the Romany lass to the Romany lad, And both to the road again. 6 Both to the road again, again! Out on a clean sea-track– Follow the cross of the gipsy trail Over the world and back! 7 Follow the Romany patteran North where the blue bergs sail, And the bows are grey with the frozen spray, And the masts are shod with mail. 8 Follow the Romany patteran Sheer to the Austral Light, Where the besom of God is the wild South wind, Sweeping the sea-floors white. 9 Follow the Romany patteran West to the sinking sun, Till the junk-sails lift through the houseless drift. And the east and west are one. 10 Follow the Romany patteran East where the silence broods By a purple wave on an opal beach In the hush of the Mahim woods. 11 "The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky, The deer to the wholesome wold, And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid, As it was in the days of old." 12 The heart of a man to the heart of a maid– Light of my tents, be fleet. Morning waits at the end of the world, And the world is all at our feet!
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