Sung by: Bob and Roberta Blair
Recorded in Pleasant Grove, AR 7/5/52

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Do not trust him, gentle lady,
Though his voice be low and sweet.
Heed not him who kneels before you,
Gently pleading at your feet.

Now thy life is in its morning;
Cloud not this, thy happy lot.
Listen to a gypsy's warning:
Gentle lady, trust him not.

Do not turn so coldly from me;
I would only tell the truth.
From a stern and waiting sorrow,
I would only guard thy youth.

I would shield thee from all danger,
Save thee from the tempter's snare.
Listen to a gypsy's warning:
Gentle lady, now beware.

Lady, once there lived a maiden,
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."

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