Time,
you old gypsy man,
Will you not stay
Put
up your caravan
just for one day ?
All
things I'll give you
Will
you be my guest,
Bells
for your jennet,
Of
silver the best.
Goldsmiths
shall beat you
A
great golden rings,
Peacocks
shall bow to you,
Little
boys sing,
Oh,
and sweet girls will
Festoon
you with may.
Time,
you old gypsy,
Why
hasten away?
Last
week in Babylon,
last
night in Rome,
Morning,
and in the crush
Under
Paul's dome;
under
Paul's dial
You
tighten your rein-
Only
a moment,
And
off once again;
Off
to some city
Now
blind in the womb,
Off
to another
Ere
that's in the tomb.
Time,
you old gypsy man,
Will you not stay,
Put
up your caravan
Just for one day ?
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