Gipsy verse 1O, how can a poor gipsy maiden like me,Ever hope the proud bride of a noble to be?To some bright jewelled beauty thy vows will be paid,And thou wilt forget her, the poor gipsy maid,And thou wilt forget her, the poor gipsy maid.
Earl verse 1Away with that thought! I am free, I am free,To devote all the love of my spirit to thee;Young rose of the wilderness, blushing and sweet!All my heart. all my fortune, I lay at thy feet,All my heart, all my fortune, I lay at thy feet;By you bright moon above!
GipsyThat can change a man\u27s love!
EarlBy the sun\u27s constant ray!
GipsyThat night\u27s tears chase away!O never by thee will my trust be betrayed, Thou wilt love me forever, thine own gipsy maid,Thou wilt love me forever, thine own gipsy maid.
Earl verse 2I have lands and proud dwellings, and all shall be thine,And a coronet, Zillah, thy brow shall entwine;Thou shalt never have reason my faith to upbraid, For a Countess I\u27ll make thee, my own gipsy maid,For a Countess I\u27ll make thee, my own gipsy maid;Then fly with me now;
Gipsy Shall I trust to thy vow?
EarlO yes,; come away!
GipsyWilt thou never betray? O never by thee will my trust be betrayed,Thou wilt love me forever, thine own gipsy maid, Thou wilt love me forever, thine own gipsy maid
