Classic Poem

" Oh, where have you been, my bonny lad? "
" Oh, I have been up at the fair, my boys,
With a hack to sell,
And I cheated a swell,
And all for the love of the Gipsy boys! "

" Oh, where have you been, my pretty maid? "
" Oh, I have been up at the town, my boys;
And a fortune I've told,
And this chicken behold,
Which I stole for the love of the Gipsy boys! "

" Oh, where have you been, old mother, to-day? "
" Oh, I have been up at the farm, my boys;
And I needn't say how
I poisoned a sow,
And all for the love of the Gipsy boys! "

" Oh, where are you now, my fiddler lad? "
" Oh, I am all here at hand, my boys;
And I'll scrape the strings,
While the romali sings,
And all for the love of the Gipsy boys! "