The Lilt Of A Gypsy Strain 1917 'The Riviera Girl'

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 08 Mar 2005

Gypsy, Gypsy, bring your fiddle,
all your cunning show.
Life's a mourning, mocking riddle,
Solve it with your bow.
Nothing matters much or long,
that's the burden of the song!
Laugh while you are young,
while you are young and fair;
time enough when you are old
for gloom and care.

Whoop la! be gay today,
be merry and sing!
What tho' misfortune gray,
tomorrow may bring.
Life will be glad
if you but live it again,
to the lilt of a gypsy strain.

Whoop la! be gay today,
be merry and sing!
What tho' misfortune gray,
tomorrow may bring.
Life will be glad
if you but live it again,
to the lilt of a gypsy strain.

Grab your bow with swarthy fingers,
speed it faster yet.
Kill the pain that aches and lingers,
Help me to forget!
Youth cannot be crushed for long,
that's the burden of the song!
Youth's a cure for every ill
that Fate can send;
hearts will heal if hearts are young,
tho' love may end.

Whoop la! be gay today,
be merry and sing!
What tho' misfortune gray,
tomorrow may bring.
Life will be glad
if you but live it again,
to the lilt of a gypsy strain.

Whoop la! be gay today,
be merry and sing!
What tho' misfortune gray,
tomorrow may bring.
Life will be glad
if you but live it again,
to the lilt of a gypsy strain.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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The Lilt Of A Gypsy Strain 1917
Music by Emmerich Kalman
Lyrics by P.G.Wodehouse
from "The Riviera Girl"
© MCMXVII by T.B.Harms Inc.
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Tuesday 08 March 2005 at 13.55
in association with Doug Grierson
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another song with Wodehouse lyrics
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