With her stately grace, like PHARAOH'S queen (for all her broken shoon),
You'd marvel one so tall and proud should ever ask a boon,
But "living's dear for us poor folk" and "money can't be had,"
And "her man's in Mespotania" and "times is cruel bad!"
Yes, times is cruel bad, we know, and passing strange also,
And it's strange as anything I've heard that gipsy men should go
To lands through which their forbears trod from some unknown abode
The way that ended long ago upon the Portsmouth Road.
I wonder if the Eastern skies and Eastern odours seem
Familiar to that gipsy man, as memories of a dream;