I am here, poor, because last year when I lost all, I said, 'It is because my Romany lass is not with me.

I have not brought her to my tan, but when she comes then the gold will be here as before, and more when it is wanted.' So, I came, and I hear the road calling, and all the camping places over all the world, and I see the patrins in every lane, and my heart is lifted up.

I am glad.

I rejoice.

My heart burns with love.