Unless you come of the gipsy stock br That steals by night and day, br Lock your heart with a double lock br And throw the key away. br Bury it under the blackest stone br Beneath your father's hearth, br And keep your eyes on your lawful own br And your feet to the proper path. br Then you can stand at your door and mock br When the gipsy vans come through... br For it isn't right that the Gorgio stock br Should live as the Romany do. br br Unless you come of the gipsy blood br That takes and never spares, br Bide content with your given good br And follow your own affairs. br Plough and harrow and roll your land, br And sow what ought to be sowed; br But never let loose your heart from your hand, br Nor flitter it down the road! br Then you can thrive on your boughten food br As the gipsy vans come through... br For it isn't nature the Gorgio blood br Should love as the Romany do. br br Unless you carry the gipsy eyes br That see but seldom weep, br Keep your head from the naked skies br Or the stars'll trouble your sleep. br Watch your moon through your window-pane br And take what weather she brews; br But don't run out in the midnight rain br Nor home in the morning dews. br Then you can buddle and shut your eyes br As the gipsy vans come through... br For it isn't fitting the Gorgio ryes br Should walk as the Romany do. br br Unless you come of the gipsy race br That counts all time the same, br Be you careful of Time and Place br And Judgment and Good Name: br Lose your life for to live your life br The way that you ought to do; br And when you are finished, your God and your wife br And the Gipsies'll laugh at you! br Then you can rot in your burying place br As the gipsy vans come through... br For it isn't reason the Gorgio race br Should die as the Romany do.