The Bohemian Girl

Gypsy vagabonds are we

As free as anyone can be

Wandering on without a care today

l'm so free! Without a care

Anywhere that we may roam

is where we make our home

Be it on the road or sky

On high! ln the sky!

Gypsies all

Never tire

For we make our home away from home

We stand, we settle where we roam

There our gypsy hearts must be content

With a song, and a fire, and a tent

With just a song...

We gypsies like to ride along

The road

Along the road

As we swing

And we sing

Our song!

Good morning, my queen.

- What news, Salinas?

- Do you realise where we are?

Perfectly well.

So once more, we are encamped

on the domain of the good Count Arnheim.

Count Arnheim! Pah!

What we pick up here

we must pick up quickly.

For he'll never allow us to stay here long.

One of these days, l'll...

You'll find that we're on the march again

With our hearts beating time

to a stout fighting song

We'll do what we can to march along...

- Arline, look!

- Sweetheart!

How is my little princess this morning?

- Tell me, have you had your lesson?

- Yes.

Count Arnheim, there is a band

of gypsies in the woods below the castle.

Gypsies, eh?

See that they are gone by noon tomorrow.

lf they are caught on my estate, have

them flogged within an inch of their lives.

Tell me, sweetheart,

what did you learn at your lesson?

That lovely gypsy music

How gypsy fiddles fly...

That, my son,

is the true song of the gypsies.

Come and listen

how she sings of life and love.

..fade away...

When love calls the heart of a gypsy

lt calls to the heart that is free

The will of a gypsy

Caresses her

Only to die with the dawn

Oh, the road

That a gypsy must travel

ls planned by the fortunes of time

So it's one hour of bliss

And a passionate kiss

Then farewell to

gypsy romance and melody

That's what the fiddles are playing

And sing and be gay as you swing

For it's one hour of bliss

and a passionate kiss

And farewell

to gypsy romance and melody

Gypsy romance!

Gypsy romance!

Then farewell to

gypsy romance and melody

And sing and be gay as you swing

For it's one hour of bliss

and a passionate kiss

And farewell...

to gypsy romance and melody!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Ha, ha, ha!

Turn around.

Hello, honey!

Don't honey me, you big bag of suet!

l told you five minutes ago not to talk to me.

And an hour ago! And a week ago!

You told him a year ago too, didn't you?

You shut up

when l'm talking to my husband!

You think you can contradict

everything l say.

Well, you can't and you never will!

You think you're a big man, don't ya?

Don't ya? Don't ya? Don't ya?

Tell her yes.

You keep out of this, woodpecker!

Oh, my love!

Are you going to let her talk to you like that?

Never! A thousand times, never!

Oh, my love! l am so content and happy

when l'm with you.

Just like a nestling dove.

You're so big and strong and brave...

Pardon the intrusion but l don't like you

talking to me like that in front of my friend.

lt's most embarrassing.

Ooh!

What'd she say?

What do you mean, ''talking to me like that''?

l didn't mean anything, honey.

lt was his fault.

Oh... So, it was your idea?

Control yourself! l understand perfectly...

Ooohhh!

l'm not gonna say anything

until l get positive proof

but l saw Devilshoof kissing your wife.

Ridiculous!

Do you believe me or believe what l see?

- Nothing of the kind!

- Go look for yourself.

Well?

There was nothing to it.

They were just having a little innocent fun.

Don't you understand that a man

to be married nowadays

must be broad-minded?

- Did you see him chuck her under the chin?

- Well, what of it?

lf she was my wife, l'd chuck her

under the wagon! l wouldn't stand...

What are you trying to do?

Cause a rift in my matrimonial bonds?

..valleys and hills

Where the sweetest buds grow

And the waters are real

And the purest that flow

Come we, come we, come we...

Come we...

Here

From the valleys and hills

Where the sweetest buds grow

And the water are real

And the purest that flow

Come we, come we

Come we, come we

Come we, come we

Come we

Come...

Come...

Gypsy vagabonds are we

Free as anyone can be

lt's the gypsy life for me

The life that gives us life to lead!

The moon is very good to us tonight.

The village will be in darkness

and the pickings will be easy.

Splendid! Off with the rogues,

that they may fill their purses

and replenish our coffers!

What l wouldn't give to go with them!

So black as we work

and believe we'll be

Finding darkness shortly

Meanwhile, until the moon goes

Walk on down, on we go...

Don't make a sound...

Nine o'clock and all is well!

Nine o'clock and all is well!

Nine o'clock and all is well!

Nine o'clock and all is well!

Nine o'clock and all is well!

Nine o'clock and all is well!

Nine o'clock and all is well!

- Could you tell us the time?

- Well, certainly. Hold my bell.

Should be...just exactly...nine o'clo...

Say, what did you ask me the time for?

l've been yelling it all over the village.

lt's nine o'clock and all is well.

Nine o'clock and all is well!

And has this been a happy day for you?

Yes, my father.

Please tell me what is this.

That, my darling, is a medallion that

belonged to your great-great-grandfather

who founded the House of Arnheim.

Please, may l wear the medallion?

Why, of course you can, sweetheart.

But you must be careful not to lose it

because it's very, very precious to me.

Throw up your hands!

- You cursed gypsy!

- You swine!

Hello, strangers!

What are you doing in the village?

We're gypsies

trying to make an honest living.

- Gypsies, eh? Can you tell fortunes?

- He can't but l can.

Good! There's a couple of things

l'd like to know.

And if you could tell me, l'll pay you well.

All right. Your eyes

are the windows of your soul.

And to know all, l must touch your eyes.

Watch closely.

Close your eyes slowly.

Slowly... Slowly... Slowly...

Shut!

Well, what do you see?

l see a long woman and a dark journey.

That's all l see.

Ah, piffle!

''A long woman and a dark journey''!

l wouldn't give you one ducat

for a fortune like that!

What you mean is a long woman

with a tall journey.

Splendid! l shall try that.

Good evening, sir.

We're gypsies earning

an honest living by telling fortunes.

- May we tell yours?

- You may. My motto is ''live and let live''.

Thank you, sir. Now, you see,

your eyes are the windows to your soul.

And to know all, l must touch them.

Now, watch closely!

- Well, what do you see?

- Er, l see... Er...

Ooh!

- You better show me that again.

- Well, it's simple.

You do like this, then you do like that,

then you take his purse like that

and that's the way it's done.

l see. lnstead of doing that, l do this.

- Then l take his purse and l...

- lnstead of that, you do this. And...

Why, you little thief! Come on, get along!

Good evening.

Ah. Good evening.

We're gypsies earning an honest living

by telling fortunes.

- May we tell yours?

- l should be delighted.

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