THE GIPSY'S HOME.

We, who the wide world make our home; The barren heath our cheerful bed; Careless o'er mount and moor we roam, And never tears of sorrow shed. But merrily, O! Merrily, O! Through this world of care we go.

Love, that a palace left in tears, Flew to our houseless feast of mirth: For here, unfetter'd, beauty cheers, The heaven alone that's found on earth! Then merrily, O! Merrily, O! Through this world of care we go.