The Gipsy girl

Tinkle, tinkle, my Pandero!

But my heart is full of woe.

Could'st thou, merry things, be guessing

All my secret thoughts distressing,

Ev'ry note were soon expressing

Gentle pity for my pain.

When the dance around is wheeling,

To my music, bending, reeling,

'Tis but outward show concealing

From the world my bosom's pain.

Oft, when I am lightly springing,

Such deep woe my heart is wringing,

That, amid my loudest singing,

Notes of anguish speak my pain.