Poem by William Harrison Ainsworth

Gipsy Serenade

Merry maid, merry maid, wilt thou wander with me?
We will roam through the forest, the meadow, and lea;
We will haunt the sunny bowers, and when day begins to flee,
Our couch shall be the ferny brake, our canopy the tree,             
		Merry maid, merry maid, come and wander with me!
		No life like the gipsy’s, so joyous and free!

Merry maid, merry maid, though a roving life be ours, 
We will laugh away the laughing and quickly fleeting hours; 
Our hearts are free, as is the free and open sky above,
And we know what tamer souls know not, how lovers ought to love. 
		Merry maid, merry maid, come and wander with me!
		No life like the gipsy’s so joyous and free!

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2. The Game of High Toby
3. The Modern Greek
4. The Legend of Valdez
5. The Soul-Bell

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