Gypsy Dictionary [33]
lubbeny, And she has been the ruin of me.
I sov'd yeck rarde drey a gran, A choring mas and morro, Along with a bori lubbeny, And she has been the ruin of me.
She pootch'd me on the collico, A choring mas and morro, To jaw with lasa to the show, For she would be the ruin of me.
And when I jaw'd odoy with lasa, A choring mas and morro, Sig she chor'd a rawnie's kissi, And so she was the ruin of me.
They lell'd up lata, they lell'd up mande, A choring mas and morro, And bitch'd us dui pawdle pani, So she has been the ruin of me.
I'm jalling across the pani, A choring mas and morro, Along with a bori lubbeny, And she has been the ruin of me.
WOE IS ME
I'm sailing across the water, A-stealing bread and meat so free, Along with a precious harlot, And she has been the ruin of me.
I slept one night within a barn, A-stealing bread and meat so free, Along with a precious harlot, And she has been the ruin of me.
Next morning she would have me go, A-stealing bread and meat so free, To see with her the wild-beast show, For she would be the ruin of me.
I went with her to see the show, A-stealing bread and meat so free, To steal a purse she was not slow, And so she was the ruin of me.
They took us up, and with her I, A-stealing bread and meat so free: Am sailing now to Botany, So she has been the ruin of me.
I'm sailing across the water, A-stealing bread and meat so free, Along with a precious harlot, And she has been the ruin of me.
THE RYE AND RAWNIE
The rye he mores adrey the wesh The kaun-engro and chiriclo; You sovs with leste drey the wesh, And rigs for leste the gono.
Oprey the rukh adrey the wesh Are chiriclo and chiricli; Tuley the rukh adrey the wesh Are pireno and pireni.
THE SQUIRE AND LADY
The squire he roams the good greenwood, And shoots the pheasant and the hare; Thou sleep'st with him in good green wood, And dost for him the game-sack bear.
I see, I see upon the tree The little male and female dove; Below the tree I see, I see The lover and his lady love.
ROMANY SUTTUR GILLIE
Jaw to sutturs, my tiny chal; Your die to dukker has jall'd abri; At rarde she will wel palal And tute of her tud shall pie.
Jaw to lutherum, tiny baw! I'm teerie deya's purie mam; As tute cams her tud canaw Thy deya meerie tud did cam.
GYPSY LULLABY
Sleep thee, little tawny boy! Thy mother's gone abroad to spae, Her kindly milk thou shalt enjoy When home she comes at close of day.
Sleep thee, little tawny guest! Thy mother is my daughter fine; As thou dost love her kindly breast, She once did love this breast of mine.
SHARRAFI KRALYISSA
Finor coachey innar Lundra, Bonor coachey innar Lundra, Finor coachey, bonor coachey Mande dick'd innar Lundra.
Bonor, finor coachey Mande dick'd innar Lundra The divvus the Kralyissa jall'd To congri innar Lundra.
OUR BLESSED QUEEN
Coaches fine in London, Coaches good in London, Coaches fine and coaches good I did see in London.
Coaches good and coaches fine I did see in London, The blessed day our blessed Queen Rode to church in London.
PLASTRA LESTI!
Gare yourselves, pralor! Ma 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."
L'ERAJAI
Un erajai Sinaba chibando un sermon; Y lle falta un balicho Al chindomar de aquel gao, Y lo chanelaba
I sov'd yeck rarde drey a gran, A choring mas and morro, Along with a bori lubbeny, And she has been the ruin of me.
She pootch'd me on the collico, A choring mas and morro, To jaw with lasa to the show, For she would be the ruin of me.
And when I jaw'd odoy with lasa, A choring mas and morro, Sig she chor'd a rawnie's kissi, And so she was the ruin of me.
They lell'd up lata, they lell'd up mande, A choring mas and morro, And bitch'd us dui pawdle pani, So she has been the ruin of me.
I'm jalling across the pani, A choring mas and morro, Along with a bori lubbeny, And she has been the ruin of me.
WOE IS ME
I'm sailing across the water, A-stealing bread and meat so free, Along with a precious harlot, And she has been the ruin of me.
I slept one night within a barn, A-stealing bread and meat so free, Along with a precious harlot, And she has been the ruin of me.
Next morning she would have me go, A-stealing bread and meat so free, To see with her the wild-beast show, For she would be the ruin of me.
I went with her to see the show, A-stealing bread and meat so free, To steal a purse she was not slow, And so she was the ruin of me.
They took us up, and with her I, A-stealing bread and meat so free: Am sailing now to Botany, So she has been the ruin of me.
I'm sailing across the water, A-stealing bread and meat so free, Along with a precious harlot, And she has been the ruin of me.
THE RYE AND RAWNIE
The rye he mores adrey the wesh The kaun-engro and chiriclo; You sovs with leste drey the wesh, And rigs for leste the gono.
Oprey the rukh adrey the wesh Are chiriclo and chiricli; Tuley the rukh adrey the wesh Are pireno and pireni.
THE SQUIRE AND LADY
The squire he roams the good greenwood, And shoots the pheasant and the hare; Thou sleep'st with him in good green wood, And dost for him the game-sack bear.
I see, I see upon the tree The little male and female dove; Below the tree I see, I see The lover and his lady love.
ROMANY SUTTUR GILLIE
Jaw to sutturs, my tiny chal; Your die to dukker has jall'd abri; At rarde she will wel palal And tute of her tud shall pie.
Jaw to lutherum, tiny baw! I'm teerie deya's purie mam; As tute cams her tud canaw Thy deya meerie tud did cam.
GYPSY LULLABY
Sleep thee, little tawny boy! Thy mother's gone abroad to spae, Her kindly milk thou shalt enjoy When home she comes at close of day.
Sleep thee, little tawny guest! Thy mother is my daughter fine; As thou dost love her kindly breast, She once did love this breast of mine.
SHARRAFI KRALYISSA
Finor coachey innar Lundra, Bonor coachey innar Lundra, Finor coachey, bonor coachey Mande dick'd innar Lundra.
Bonor, finor coachey Mande dick'd innar Lundra The divvus the Kralyissa jall'd To congri innar Lundra.
OUR BLESSED QUEEN
Coaches fine in London, Coaches good in London, Coaches fine and coaches good I did see in London.
Coaches good and coaches fine I did see in London, The blessed day our blessed Queen Rode to church in London.
PLASTRA LESTI!
Gare yourselves, pralor! Ma 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."
L'ERAJAI
Un erajai Sinaba chibando un sermon; Y lle falta un balicho Al chindomar de aquel gao, Y lo chanelaba