Classic Poem

Along the road I was wandering,
When I heard a brown-faced Gipsy sing —
" Oh dear, my drag is burnt and gone!
Who can tell me what's to be done?
Cheer up, brother, never sorrow!
Luck will come again to-morrow.

" Search everywhere, search up and down,
You'll find none better in all the town;
Upon my word, my Rommany word,
That waggon of mine was fit for a lord.
Cheer up, brother, never sorrow!
Luck will come again to-morrow.

" 'Twas burnt up only yesternight;
You've never seen a fire so bright;
The sparks flew out, flew up so high,
They didn't stop till they touched the sky
Cheer up, brother, never sorrow!
Luck will come again to-morrow. "

Said I, " Your story is full of woe,
Then why do you sing, I'd like to know?
If I were you, I couldn't be glad — — "
" But, sir, you're not a Rommany lad.
Cheer up, brother, never sorrow!
Luck will come again to-morrow.

" Why should a merry Gipsy weep?
Once, when the farmer was fast asleep,
I stole an ass, but soon she died:
I sat me down by that donkey's side.
Cheer up, brother, never sorrow!
Luck will come again to-morrow.

" A Gorgio lady came through the wood,
The Gorgio lady was rich and good.
She looked at my donkey, she looked at me;
" Oh, the Gipsy's friend is dead," said she.
Cheer up, brother, never sorrow!
Luck will come again to-morrow.

" She gave me a purse, a beautiful purse,
Lots of money to buy a horse;
But I stole a horse, as I well knew how,
And bought the waggon that's burnt up now.
Cheer up, brother, never sorrow!
Luck will come again to-morrow.

" Under the hedge at my ease I'll stay,
Singing so jolly the livelong day.
My horse is a Rommany, just like me,
He's stealing the farmer's oats, you see.
Cheer up, brother, never sorrow!
Luck will come again to-morrow.

" If you care for nothing, you needn't doubt
But luck will come by and will find you out;
For jolly good luck, as you well may see,
Is a friend to the regular Rommany.
Cheer up, brother, never sorrow!
Luck will come again to-morrow. "