Gipsy Davy - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
GIPSY DAVY. 
There was a lord, a high-born lord, Who courted a high-born lady; She lived in a palace all so grand, 'Till she met with the Gipsy Davy. 
Chorus. Elopments now are all the go, They 6et the darkeys crazy; Take warning all, both great and small. And beware of the Gipsy Davy. 
This lord he was a fine young man, And he set this lady crazy, So she packed up her duds and away she ran Along with the Gipsy Davy.-Chorus 
Her parients raved and tore their hair, When they come for to miss that 'ere lady. And then to think, of that sweet born heir None knew but the Gipsy Davy.-Chorus. 
Oh, how could she leave her house and lands, Oh, how could she leave her baby? Oh. how could she leave her own wedded hand, To run off with the Gipsy Davy!-Chorus. 
Last uight she laid in a dear feather-bed, And in her arms her baby; To-night she'll lay on the cold, cold ground, In the arms of Gipsy Davy -Chorus