|Master Cerian Cantwr|
Gypsy dance, gypsy play,
Gypsy flash your eyes so gay.
Gypsy sing, gypsy smile,
Hearts of men you will beguile
See her move across the field;
Supple form, but soul of steel.
Treat her well, and woo you may -
Treat her ill and rue the day.
Now I know not who you are
Sit there strumming your guitar.
Nameless gypsy hear my plea,
Come along and ride with me.
Dark of hair and brow of eye,
Does she grin as I pass by?
Joyful heart and clever mind -
Toward her flame I'm so inclined.
Lilting laugh with wit so droll,
Somehow seems to read your soul.
Can I charm the gypsy well?
Can I catch her? Time will tell.
Cautious men from her would fly,
From the mischief in her eye.
I shall court her, take the chance,
Fare the danger, dance the dance.
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