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Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Time the Gentle-gypsy man

My gran Eileen and I were having a discussion about poetry and so she started quoting me this when I asked her if she knew any poems about time...

Eileen:"Time you old Gentleman
Will you not stay?
Close by my caravan Just for one day?"
(then told to go on google and find a webpage that has poems on.)

and it read:
"Time, you old gypsy man,
Will you not stay
Put up your caravan
just for one day ?

All things I'll give you
Will you be my guest,
Bells for your jennet,
Of silver the best.
Goldsmiths shall beat you
A great golden rings,
Peacocks shall bow to you,
Little boys sing,
Oh, and sweet girls will
Festoon you with may.

Time, you old gypsy,
Why hasten away?
Last week in Babylon,
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 once again;
Off to some city
Now blind in the womb,
Off to another
Ere that's in the tomb.

Time, you old gypsy man,
Will you not stay,
Put up your caravan
Just for one day ?"

Just also found this:
I still like Eileens simple but sweet version.

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