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Oldie Gipsy Tales. I was a gipsy lad and wandered merrily I did not know the master's yoke. My life was sweet and free. Of course, when I became a man I did odd jobs for a fee. It was then I bought a caravan. And I journeyed to the sea, I watched the sailors leave with smiles I thought of foreign... Sign in to see full entry.