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See how the darkness of night dissolves
Away when the sunlight from heav'n descendeth,
As when a widow to put off her weeds resolves
When her sorrowful mourning endeth.
Come, lads, bestir ye!
Tenors: Give them . . .
Basses . . . the ladle.
Who cheers the days of the roving gypsy?
All:
Who cheers the days of the roving gypsy?
Say, who, who is it cheers his days?
Who cheers the days of
the roving gypsy?
'Tis the gitana!
Men:
Pour me a tankard,
'tis wine alone that makes my courage rise,
let us be drinking.
All:
Look how the sun rises higher and higher,
Look how the rays in his glass are blinking!
Men:
Come, lads, bestir ye!
Who cheers the days of the roving gypsy?
All:
Who cheers the days of the roving gypsy?
Say, who, who is it cheers his days?
'Tis the gitana!
'Tis the gitana!
'Tis the gitana!
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