THE GYPSY'S WARNING
Sung by: Roberta and Bob Blair
Recorded in Pleasant Grove, AR, 7/5/52
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Pure and bright and like thee fair,
But he wooed, he wooed and won her,
Filled her gentle heart with care.
Then he heeded not her weeping,
Nor cared he her life to save.
Soon she perished; now she's sleeping
In a cold and silent grave.
Keep thy gold--I do not wish it--
Lady, I have prayed for this,
For the hour that I might fail him,
Rob him of expected bliss.
Gentle lady, do not wonder
At my words so cold and wild.
Laid in a green grave yonder
Lies the gypsy's only child.
Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #743, "The Gypsy's Warning."