The Gipsy “King.”
(A Caveat from the Dulwich Encampment.)
Oh, ’tis I am a gipsy king,
And where is there king like me?
From my freehold land defiance I fling,
And scoff at the powers that be;
For my court is my caravan,
Where in dozens my subjects “pig,”
And drink and fight like a riotous clan,
And for nobody trouble a fig.