Classic Poem

Come , my dainty doxies,
My dells, my dells most dear;
We have neither house nor land,
Yet never want good cheer. All:
We never want good cheer. Captain:
We take no care for candle rents. Gipsy:
We lie. Gipsy: We snort. Captain:
We sport in tents.
Then rouse betimes and steal our dinners.
Our store is never taken
Without pigs, hens, or bacon,
And that's good meat for sinners:
At wakes and fairs we cozen
Poor country folks by dozen;
If one have money, he disburses;
Whilst some tell fortunes, some pick purses;
Rather than be out of use,
We'll steal garters, hose or shoes,
Boots, or spurs with gingling rowels,
Shirts or napkins, smocks or towels.
Come live with us, come live with us,
All you that love your eases;
He that's a gipsy
May be drunk or tipsy
At any hour he pleases. All:
We laugh, we quaff, we roar, we scuffle
We cheat, we drab, we filch, we shuffle.