Sung by: Mr. and Mrs. F.E. Ash
Recorded in Evening Shade, AR 6/30/59

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Do not trust him, gentle lady,
Though his voice be low and sweet.
Heed not him who kneels before thee,
Gently pleading at thy feet.
Now thy life is in its morning,
Cloud not this, thy happy lot.
Listen to the gypsy's warning:
Gentle lady, trust him not.

Do not turn so coldly from me.
I would only guard thy youth;
From his stern and willing power
I would only tell the truth.
I would shield thee from all danger,
Guard thee from the tempter's snare.
Lady, shun that dark-eyed stranger.
I have warned thee, now beware.

Lady, once there lived a maiden,
Pure and bright and, like thee, fair.
But he wooed and wooed and won her,
Filled her gentle heart with care.
Then he heeded not her weeping,
Nor could he her life do save.
Soon she perished; now she's sleeping
In a cold and silent grave.

Keep your gold; I do not wish it.
Lady, I have prayed for this,
For the hour that I might foil him,
Rob him of expected bliss.
Gentle lady, do not wonder
At my words so cold and wild;
Lady, in that green grave yonder
Lies the gypsy's only child.

Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #743.

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