Plastra Lesti
Gare yourselves, pralor!
Mã pee kek-komi!
The guero’s welling—
Plastra lesti!
RUN FOR IT!
Up, up, brothers!
Cease your revels!
The Gentile’s coming—
Run like devils!
Foreign Gypsy Songs
Oy die-la, oy mama-la oy!
Cherie podey mangue penouri.
Russian Gypsy Song.
The Romany Songstress From the Russian Gypsy
Her temples they are aching,
As if wine she had been taking;
Her tears are ever springing,
Abandoned is her singing!
She can neither eat nor nest
With love she’s so distress’d;
At length she’s heard to say:
“Oh here I cannot stay,
Go saddle me my steed,
To my lord I must proceed;
In his palace plenteously
Both eat and drink shall I;
The servants far and wide,
Bidding guests shall run and ride.
And when within the hall the multitude I see,
I’ll raise my voice anew, and sing in Romany.”