<h2><SPAN name="page69"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>GYPSYING</h2>
<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Gypsying</span>, gypsying,
through the world together,<br/>
Never mind the way we go, never mind what port.<br/>
Follow trails, or fashion sails, start in any weather:<br/>
While we journey hand in hand, everything is sport.</p>
<p class="poetry">Gypsying, gypsying, leaving care and worry:<br/>
Never mind the ‘if’ and ‘but’ (words for
coward lips).<br/>
Put them out with ‘fear’ and ‘doubt,’ in
the pack with ‘hurry,’<br/>
While we stroll like vagabonds forth to trails, or ships.</p>
<p class="poetry">Gypsying, gypsying, just where fancy calls
us;<br/>
Never mind what others say, or what others do.<br/>
<SPAN name="page70"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>Everywhere
or foul or fair, liking what befalls us:<br/>
While you have me at your side, and while I have you.</p>
<p class="poetry">Gypsying, gypsying, camp by hill or hollow;<br/>
Never mind the why of it, since it suits our mood.<br/>
Go or stay, and pay our way, and let those who follow<br/>
Find, upspringing from the soil, some small seed of good.</p>
<p class="poetry">Gypsying, gypsying, through the world we
wander:<br/>
Never mind the rushing years, that have come and gone.<br/>
There must be for you and me, lying over Yonder,<br/>
Other lands, where side by side we can gypsy on.</p>
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