TIME, you old gipsy man, | |
Will you not stay, | |
Put up your caravan | |
Just for one day? | |
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All things I'll give you | 5 |
Will you be my guest, | |
Bells for your jennet | |
Of silver the best, | |
Goldsmiths shall beat you | |
A great golden ring, | 10 |
Peacocks shall bow to you, | |
Little boys sing, | |
Oh, and sweet girls will | |
Festoon you with may. | |
Time, you old gipsy, | 15 |
Why hasten away? | |
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Last week in Babylon, | |
Last night in Rome, | |
Morning, and in the crush | |
Under Paul's dome; | 20 |
Under Paul's dial | |
You tighten your rein— | |
Only a moment, | |
And off once again; | |
Off to some city | 25 |
Now blind in the womb, | |
Off to another | |
Ere that's in the tomb. | |
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Time, you old gipsy man, | |
Will you not stay, | 30 |
Put up your caravan | |
Just for one day? | |
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