[Music] 1 There came an Earl a riding by, A gipsy maid espyed he; "O nut-brown maid, from green-wood glade, O prithee come along with me." "In green-wood glade, fair Sir!" she said, "I am so blythe, as bird so gay. In thy castle tall, in bower and hall, I fear for grief I'd pine away." 2 "Thou shalt no more be set in stocks, And tramp about from town to town, But thou shalt ride in pomp and pride In velvet red and broidered gown." "My brothers three no more I'd see, If that I went with thee, I trow. They sing me to sleep, with songs so sweet, They sing as on our way we go." 3 "Thou shalt not be torn by thistle and thorn, With thy bare feet all in the dew. But shoes shall wear of Spanish leather And silken stockings all of blue." "I will not go to thy castle high, For thou wilt weary soon, I know, Of the gipsy maid, from green-wood glade, And drive her forth in rain and snow." 4 "All night you lie neath the starry sky In rain and snow you trudge all day, But thy brown head, in a feather bed, When left the gipsies, thou shalt lay." "I love to lie 'neath the starry sky, I do not heed the snow and rain, But fickle as wind, I fear to find The man who now my heart would gain." 5 "I will thee wed, sweet maid," he said, "I will thee wed with a golden ring, Thy days shall be spent in merriment; For us the marriage bells shall swing." The dog did howl, and screech'd the owl, The raven croaked, the night-wind sighed; The wedding bell from the steeple fell, As home the Earl did bear his bride. No. 50 THE GIPSY COUNTESS PART II. C.J.S. [Music] 1 Three Gipsies stood at the Castle gate, They sang so high, they sang so low, The lady sate in her chamber late, Her heart it melted away as snow, Away as snow, Her heart it melted away as snow. 2 They sang so sweet; they sang so shrill, That fast her tears began to flow. And she laid down her silken gown, Her golden rings, and all her show, All her show &c. 3[14] She plucked off her high-heeled shoes, A-made of Spanish leather, O. She would in the street; with her bare, bare feet; All out in the wind and weather, O. Weather, O! &c. 4 She took in hand but a one posie, The wildest flowers that do grow. And down the stair went the lady fair, To go away with the gipsies, O! The gipsies, O! &c. 5 At past midnight her lord came home, And where his lady was would know; The servants replied on every side, She's gone away with the gipsies, O! The gipsies, O! &c. 6[15]