A Broadside: No. 7
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Once upon a time
And a very good time it was too,
When pigs were swine
And monkeys chewed tobacco,
When birds made nests in old mens beards
And the houses were thatched with tuppeny loaves,
And the streets were paved with pancakes.
And a little pig ran through the streets,
With a knife and a fork stuck in his back
Crying "Eat me- Eat me- Eat me."
RHYMES OF THE GITANOS
Translated by George Burrow
There runs a swine down yonder hill,
As fast as e'er he can,
Ans as he runs he crieth still,
Come steal me, Gipsy man.
I wash'd not in the limpid flood
The shirt which binds my frame;
But in Juanito Ralli's blood.
I bravely wash'd the same.
I for a cup of water cried,
But they refused my prayer,
Then straight into the road I hied.
And fell to robbing there.
They came adown the village street,
With the little babes that cry,
Because they have no crust to eat,
A gipsy company;
And as no charity they meet,
They curse the Lord on high.
I left home and walk'd about,
They seized me fast and bound;
It is a gypsy thief, they shout,
The Spaniards here have found.
O, I am not of gentle clan,
I'm sprung from gypsy tree;
And I will be no gentleman;
But an Egyptian free.
The girl I love more dear than life,
Should other gallant woo,
I'd straight unsheath my dungeoned knife
And cut his weasand through;
Or he, the conqueror in the strife,
The same to me should do.
Loud sang the Spanish Chavalier,
And thus his ditty ran:
God send the Gypsy lassie here,
And not the Gypsy man.