Lyrics:
See how the shadows of night are flying!
Morn breaketh, heaven's glorious arch unveiling;
Like a young widow, who weary of sighing,
Lays by her garments of sorrow and wailing.
Rouse up to labor! Take each his hammer!
Who makes the gipsy's a life with pleasure laden?
Who makes the gipsy's a life with pleasure laden?
Who? Who?
The a gipsy's life a song?
Who makes his life one with pleasure laden?
The gipsy maiden!
Fill me a bumper; both arm and hand
New strength and courage draw from flowing beakers.
See how the sunlight, radiantly glowing,
Borrows new beams from our wine-cups o'er-flowing!
Resume our labor!
Who makes the gipsy's a life with pleasure laden?
Who makes the gipsy's a life with pleasure laden?
Who? Who?
The gipsy's life a song?
The gipsy maiden!
The gipsy maiden!
The gipsy maiden!
