Classic Poem

1

Will you come to the camp in the pale moonlight
Where stars are the watchmen each sweet summers night
Will you come to the camp when the stars shine bright
In the pale moonlight

2

Will you come to the camp ere the moon goes down
Where the song shall be sung o'er the ale so brown
Will you come to the camp not a mile from the town
Ere the moon goes down

3

The joys of the camp are not cares of the crown
There'll be fiddling and dancing a mile from the town
Will you come to the camp ere the moon goes down
A mile from the town

4

The camp of the gipseys is sweet by moon light
In the furze and the hawthorn — and all out of sight
There'll be fiddling, and dancing and singing to night
In the pale moon light