Oh, to be a gypsy, and drive a gypsy van
Uphill and downhill, and be a gypsy man!
Willow for your whipstock, clover in your hat,
Nothing in your pocketbook at all—but what of that!

Tin pans that rattle, tin pails that swing—
Uphill and downhill merrily they sing;
Jingle and jangle, clashing out a tune,
Making gypsy melody for a gypsy June!

Uphill and downhill, a blossom in your mouth,
Northward in Summertime, Winter in the South.
Just a van to ward you from the heat or cold,
No house to shelter you, no house to hold!

Money is a burden, dollars are a care,
But a gypsy wanders, wanders anywhere;
Uphill and downhill, gypsy, let us roam,
Ev'ry night a campfire, ev'ry night a home!