From out the prison me they bore,
Upon an ass they placed,
And scourg’d me till I dripp’d with gore,
As down the road it paced.
They bore me from the prison nook,
They bade me rove at large;
When out I’d come a gun I took,
And scathed them with its charge.
My mule so bonny I bestrode,
To Portugal I’d flee,
And as I o’er the water rode
A man came suddenly;
And he his love and kindness show’d
By setting his dog on me.
Unless within a fortnight’s space
Thy face, O maid, I see;
Flamenca, of Egyptian race,
My lady love shall be.
Flamenca, of Egyptian race,
If thou wert only mine,
Within a bonny crystal case
For life I’d thee enshrine.
Sire nor mother me caress,
For I have none on earth;
One little brother I possess,
And he’s a fool by birth.
Thy sire and mother wrath and hate
Have vow’d against me, love!
The first, first night that from the gate
We two together rove.
Come to the window, sweet love, do,
And I will whisper there,
In Rommany, a word or two,
And thee far off will bear.
A Gypsy stripling’s sparkling eye
Has pierced my bosom’s core,
A feat no eye beneath the sky
Could e’er effect before.
Dost bid me from the land begone,
And thou with child by me?
Each time I come, the little one,
I’ll greet in Rommany.