The Gypsy

wake up my love and sing me a song
 you've lain here beside me all the night long
 will you remember me will you return
 or leave me to sorrow and to yearn
 i am a poor boy and i have no gold
 all i have owned has been bargained and sold
 but i will give you the sun and the stars
 and i will show you what you are
 nancy will you come will you follow after me
 my coach is waiting i will set you free
 will you leave your husband his castle and estate
 to follow the roving gypsy
 once i was as rich as a king with his crown
 carriages and servants a man of renown
 but then i was robbed by a bold highwayman
 and left without a penny in me hand
 now just like him a robber i may be
 who rambles round this country and sleeps among the trees
 but i have a heart just as true as any lord
 and more than many can afford
 no i will not follow, follow after you
 your story is all lies and your heart it isn't true
 i'll not leave me husband his castle or estate
 to follow the roving gypsy
 you're a highborn lady and with me you have lain
 knowing you would never ever see me again
 and so before i go my duty must be paid
 for all that i have done and left unsaid
 i will take me payment from the riches that you wear
 the rings upon your fingers and the jewels in your hair
 you can have your husband his castle and estate
 perhaps me love we'll meet again by fate
 nancy don't you follow, follow after me
 for i am a rover me heart is fancy free
 and now i have your jewels to buy me food and wine
 for i am the roving gypsy