The Romany has gone, he has taken all my kisses,

I knew I could not keep him, so I laughed and let him go.

I do not know the road where his freedom and his bliss is,

So take my sober spinning where no gypsy winds can blow.

I will find my life serene, I will wed a pleasant lover,

I may think no more of perfume and the lingering in the lane;

I will rear me sturdy children, and my soul I will discover,

For I will not love a Romany in all this world again.