Time, You Old Gipsy Man

Time, you old gipsy man, will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for a day? Allthings I ' ll give you, Will you be my guest? Bells for your jennet Of silver the best, Goldsmiths shall beat you A great golden ring, Peacocks shall bow to you, Little boys sing, oh and sweet girls will Festoon you with may. Time, You old gipsy Why hasten away? Last week in Banylon, Last night in Rome, Morning, and in the crush Under Paul' s dome ; Under Paul' s dial You tighten your rein- Only a moment And Off to some city Now blind in the womb, Off to another Ere tha' s in the tomb,. Time, you old gipsy man, Will you not stay, Put up your caraven Just for a day?