THE GIPSY LASS
Know you the song of the gipsy lass,
The wandering brunette?
I'm sure you ne'er could have seen her pass,
Or you would not forget.
The wandering brunette?
I'm sure you ne'er could have seen her pass,
Or you would not forget.
About her waist is a gorgeous scarf
Of crimson and of gold,
As light and free as the gipsy's laugh
Is every careless fold.
Of crimson and of gold,
As light and free as the gipsy's laugh
Is every careless fold.
The wind and the sun have tanned her cheek
And warmed its olive skin,
You look in vain for a feature weak
In nose, or mouth, or chin.
And warmed its olive skin,
You look in vain for a feature weak
In nose, or mouth, or chin.
Her lips are full and a luscious red,
Her eyes have a dazzled ray,
And if their light on your path is shed
'Twill steal your heart away.
Her eyes have a dazzled ray,
And if their light on your path is shed
'Twill steal your heart away.
Know you the song of the gipsy girl,
A song of love or war?
Of a distant knight in the battle's whirl,
Or a sighing troubadour.
A song of love or war?
Of a distant knight in the battle's whirl,
Or a sighing troubadour.
When she sings of war then her temples burn
Like the brow of a cavalier,
Her dark eyes flash, and her face grows stern,
Her voice rings loud and clear.
Like the brow of a cavalier,
Her dark eyes flash, and her face grows stern,
Her voice rings loud and clear.
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