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EVERYBODY'S GIPSY.
Hope's the Gipsy queen of life,
Fortune's hidden light revealing;
Whisp'ring better stars are rife
In the depths the cloud's concealing:
She is seen at many gates—
Many sighs to her are given;—
If we credit all she states,
She's her knowledge straight from heaven.
More than any gipsy known
She sets all things in confusion:
She's the one whose power alone
Keeps the whole world in delusion!
Fortune's hidden light revealing;
Whisp'ring better stars are rife
In the depths the cloud's concealing:
She is seen at many gates—
Many sighs to her are given;—
If we credit all she states,
She's her knowledge straight from heaven.
More than any gipsy known
She sets all things in confusion:
She's the one whose power alone
Keeps the whole world in delusion!
Kings and peers her voice obey,
High and low her spells she tosses;
E'en the poor and aged stay
When their path of life she crosses:
Soldiers on the tented field,
Sailors on the stormy ocean,
Unto her their secrets yield;
None on earth have such devotion.
More than any gipsy known
She sets all things in confusion;
She's the one whose power alone
Keeps the whole world in delusion.
High and low her spells she tosses;
E'en the poor and aged stay
When their path of life she crosses:
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Sailors on the stormy ocean,
Unto her their secrets yield;
None on earth have such devotion.
More than any gipsy known
She sets all things in confusion;
She's the one whose power alone
Keeps the whole world in delusion.
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