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From the Rommany or Gypsy Language.
The strength of the ox,
The wit of the fox,
And the leveret’s speed,—
Full oft, to oppose
To their numerous foes,
The Rommany need.
Our horses they take,
Our waggons they break,
And ourselves they seize,
In their prisons to coop,
Where we pine and droop,
For want of breeze.
When the dead swallow
The fly shall follow
O’er Burra-panee,
Then we will forget
The wrongs we have met,
And forgiving be.