Gypsy Davy Songtext
von Emily Smith

The gypsy king came over the hill
Defying storm and danger
It seemed to be my lot to fall
In love with the dark-eyed stranger
I gave to him all the good wheat bread
And he gave to me the ginger
I gave to him, I better sing
All the gold from off my fingers

And he has asked me to be his wife
To be his honored lady
He′s asked me to leave my home and kin
And follow the Gypsy Davy

Oh, they tell me to marry beneath my rank
Is nothing short of danger
My title and gold cannot compare
With my love for the dark-eyed stranger


So she's taken off her high-heeled shoes
All made with Spanish leather
And she′s gone down in her low-heeled shoes
And they ran off together

Oh, they rode high and they rode low
They rode so late and early
They rode till they came to the dark blue sea
Oh, but she was weary

Said, "Last night I slept in a down feather bed
An honored and titled lady
But tonight I'll sleep in the green, green fields
In the arms of my Gypsy Davy"

And when the lord came home in the night
Enquiring for his lady
The servant gave him this reply
"She's gone with the Gypsy Davy
Go saddle to me my little yellow mare
The grey one′s not so speedy
I′ll ride all day and I'll ride all night
And I′ll overtake my lady"


Well, he rode till he came to the dark blue sea
It looked so dark and dreary
And then he spied his own dear bride
By the side of the Gypsy Davy

"Oh, will you come home, my dear, my love?
Will you come home, my darling?
I'll keep you safe in a close, close room
Where no man will ever come near you"

"No, I won′t come home, my dear, my love
I'll not come home, my darling
If I brewed good beer, I′ll drink the same
And you'll no more come near me"

So she's taken off her long blue gloves
All made with Spanish leather
She′s waved "farewell" with her little white hand
She waved "farewell" forever

Said, "Last night I slept in a down feather bed
An honored and titled lady
But tonight I′ll sleep in the green, green fields
In the arms of my Gypsy Davy"