Lavengro by George Borrow

And, as I wandered along the green, I drew near to a place where several men, with a cask beside them, sat carousing in the neighbourhood of a small tent. "Here he comes," said one of them, as I advanced, and standing up he raised his voice and sang: --

Here the Gypsy gemman see, With his Roman jib and his rome and dree -- Rome and dree, rum and dry Rally round the Rommany Rye.