Gypsying, gypsying, through the world together,
Never mind the way we go, never mind what port.
Follow trails, or fashion sails, start in any weather:
While we journey hand in hand, everything is sport.
Gypsying, gypsying, leaving care and worry;
Never mind the "if" and "but" (words for coward lips).
Put them out with "fear" and "doubt," in the pack with "hurry,"
While we stroll like vagabonds forth to trails, or ships.
Gypsying, gypsying, just where fancy calls us;
Never mind what others say, or what others do.
Everywhere or foul or fair, liking what befalls us;
While you have me at your side, and while I have you.
Gypsying, gypsying, camp by hill or hollow;
Never mind the why of it, since it suits our mood.
Go or stay, and pay our way, and let those who follow
Find, unspringing from the soil, some small seed of good.
Gypsying, gypsying, through the world we wander;
Never mind the rushing years that have come and gone,
There must be for you and me, lying over Yonder,
Other lands, where side by side we can gypsy on.
World Voices by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New York : Hearst"s International Library Company 1916.
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