Ode To the Gypsy Gal

Oh fair and gentle gypsy gal your heart so kind and loving, and tongue so gentle and coming, round and round we go, no one will ever know what you do to me. I stay on the right path with beggars all that laugh, when swords and pistols are drawn you and I we walk on the lawn. Losers will be losers, beggars will always beg, lovers will be always sad and Romantics always dead, but to you my gypsy gal I will always remember when you stole my heart the first time- the last I have gone down with brothers and laugh, and I see you with embarrassed red cheeks I turn and go the other way and run, run far, far away. Ode to the Gypsy gal who stole my heart and broke it in two, love goes away saying two by two with her purse rich with gold her heart an empty part with no one to hold except me.