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adré AIR À BOIRE Allegro alte Fraŭ amongst the gypsies ballad baulo beauty Bohémiens bonnie Bucium charming chorus cobza Crown 8vo dear diddle i gee English favourite Fcap Fcap 8vo Flamenco flowers fol i diddle fortune-tellers FRENCH GYPSY ful for prastamengros Gallowa Gitanos give Gorgio greenwood side gude guitar gypsy girl gypsy laddie gypsy music GYPSY SONG heard heart hola Hughie the Graeme Hungarian HUNGARIAN GYPSY Hungary Júkels ful junge Fraŭ Kirk Yetholm lady Lord Magyar maiden MALAGUEÑA Manzanares melody Miro Montonéra mother musicians Nani-nani o'er Pablo de Sarasate play pretty Price puri romni rhyme Ri fol Romany song Roumanian says seguidillas sing sleep soul Spain Spanish gypsies specimen strange sung sweet TAMBOURINE SONG tarni romni Tchinghianés tent thee thou tinker Translation Tzigani Vamónos verse violin Vyeryeviewshki wandering White hazel-tree wild winsome lass words Yetholm Zigeuner Zingari
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Page 50 - In Transylvania there's a tribe Of alien people, that ascribe The outlandish ways and dress On which their neighbours lay such stress To their fathers and mothers having risen Out of some subterranean prison, Into which they were trepanned Long ago in a mighty band.
Page 61 - If thou art sleeping, maiden, Awake, and open thy door; 'Tis the break of day, and we must away O'er meadow and mount and moor." " Wait not to find thy slippers, But come with thy naked feet; We shall have to pass through the dewy grass And waters wide and fleet."—
Page 87 - Adventurous song, That with no middle flight intends to soar Above the Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.
Page 57 - From our most gracious lord, the King of Spain, Jerusalem, and the Canary Islands, Which I shall publish in the market-place. Open your ears, and listen ! Padre Cura Good day, and pray you hear this edict read. PADRE C. Good day, and God be with you. Pray what is it ? PEDRO C. An Act of Banishment against the gypsies.
Page 187 - Reclined the wife, an infant at her breast; In her wild face some touch of grace remained, Of vigour palsied, and of beauty stain'd, Her blood-shot eyes on her unheeding mate Were wrathful turn'd, and seem'd her wants to state, Cursing his tardy aid ; her mother there With
Page 173 - My bonnie lass, I work in brass, A tinkler is my station ; I've travelled round all Christian ground In this my occupation. I've ta'en the gold, an' been enroll'd In many a noble squadron ; But vain they
Page 172 - fair Maggie, my wife! The last time we came ower the muir, 'Twas thou bereft me of my life, And wi' the Bishop thou play'd the whore. " ' Here, Johnie Armstrang, take thou my sword, That is made o' the metal sae fine; And when thou comest to the English side, Remember the death of Hughie the Graeme.'
Page 59 - Gypsies (at the forge, sing). " On the top of a mountain I stand, With a crown of red gold in my hand, Wild Moors come trooping over the lea, O how from their fury shall I flee, flee, flee ? O how from their fury shall I flee ? " " Loud sang the Spanish cavalier, And thus his ditty ran : God send the gypsy lassie here,
Page 187 - rug, just borrow'd from the bed, And by the hand of coarse indulgence fed, In dirty patchwork negligently dressed, Reclined the wife, an infant at her breast; In her wild face some touch of grace remained, Of vigour palsied, and of beauty
Page 85 - Lingering, and wandering as loth to die; Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born for immortality.