Trust him not O gentle lady
Though his voice be low and sweet
Heed not him who kneels before you
Softly pleading at thy feet
Now thy life in it's mourning
Shroud not this thy happy lot
Listen to the gypsy warning
Gentle lady trust him not
Lady turn not from me coldly
For I have only told the truth
From a stearn and withering sorrow
Lady I would shield thy youth
I would shield thee from all danger
Shield thee from the tempters snare
Lady shun the dark eyed stranger
I have warned thee, now beware
Lady once there lived a maiden
Young and pure and like thee, fair
Yet he wooed and wooed and won her
Thrilled her gentle heart with care
Then he headed not her weeping
He cared not her life to save
Soon she's perishing now she's sleeping
In the cold and silent grave
Keep your gold I do not want it
Lady I have prayed for this
For the hour that I might fail him
Rob him of expected bliss
Ah I see tho art filled with wonder
At my look so fierce and wild
Lady in the church yard yonder
Lies the gypsy's only child.
