And so we Gipsies always burn an ash- fire every Great Day.

For the Saviour was born in the open field like a Gipsy, and rode on an ass like one, and went round the land a begging his bread like a Rom.

And he was always a poor wretched man like us, till he was destroyed by the Gentiles.
"And He rode on an ass?
Yes.

Once he asked the mule if he might ride her, but she told him no.

So because the mule would not carry him, she was cursed never to be a mother or have children.