The Gipsy's Warning - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE GIPSY'S WARNING. 
Trust him not, O gentle lady, Though his voice be low and sweet-Heed not him who kneels before thee, Softly pleading at thy feet; Now thy life is in its morning: Cloud not this thy happy lot, Listen to the gipsy's warning-Gentle lady, trust him not. 
Lady, once there lived a maiden, Young and pure, and like the fair; Yet he wooed, he wooed and won her, Thrilled her gentle heart with careThen-he heeded not her weeping-He cared not her life to save! Soon she perished-now she's sleeping In the cold and silent grave! 
Lady, turn not from me so coldly, For I have only the truth--From a stern and withering sorrow, Lady, I would shield thy youth; I would shield thee from all danger-Shield thee from the tempter's snare-Lady, shun the dark-eyed stranger-I have warned thee, now beware! 
Take your gold-I do not want it; Lady, I have prayed for this-For the hour that I might foil him, And rob him of expected bliss. Aye, I see thou art filled with wonder, At my looks so fierce and wild-Lady, in the church-yard yonder, Sleeps the gipsy's only child!