The Gypsy Crown
My heart pounds against my chest,
But I'll keep going I'll never rest.
Until the thieves are all shot down,
They'll never steal The Gypsy Crown.
My mare rides forward, I'll not look back,
Only cheese and bread I did pack.
Days may pass, but I'll not frown,
They'll never steal The Gypsy Crown.
I travel through thickmist and fog,
My only companiions, a horse and dog.
A lonely ride, the trail to town,
They'll never steal The Gypsy Crown.
I hear them coming, but I'll not wait,
The crown will be saved, it's not too late.
Maybe my luck will come around,
They'll never steal The Gypsy Crown.
Into a clearing; dog, horse and me,
Today is the day I make history.
I throw it in the river, I watch as it drowns,
They'll never steal The Gypsy Crown.
I'll not tell you, I'll take the secret with my death,
But I'll give you a warning with my last breathe.
Do not search, It will not be found,
You'll never steal The Gypsy Crown
Copyright © Vicki Waterhouse | Year Posted 2011
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