My Flame-Haired Gypsy Maid

On Summers eve-you danced by night On sweet-scented breeze by the campfires light Your flaming hair-locks swirling wild- desires and passion you did rile. My Gypsy maid from Clare's sweet paths from Donegal to Dublin's streets- and a brothel there called Clancy's Meat. You tease me wildly my Gypsy flame- you enthral my being with your game- You tempted the man-of another's wife Into his heart you plunged your knife- my Gypsy Maid from Clare's sweet paths. There was a Galway lass so fine but you stole me away from her- then broke my heart my Gipsy maid. My money so-you so freely took- left me poor-as poor could be my Galway lass so far from me. Where are you now my Gypsy maid- are you dancing round another's fire as you fill his heart with false desire Or are you back in Clancy's Meat- charming those you choose to greet. a poem/song by john scott