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Vagle
Gypsy fair
Just before the break of dawn, I saddled up my fine grey mare In search of my beloved, I rode to the gypsy fair I looked in every caravan, And many maidens I did find But she was not amongst them, The dearest love of mine
There’s a fire in the forest, And a ghost out in the pines Two ravens by the river, And a mournful moon that shines And when I think of her, I fall into despair For my beloved, At the gypsy fair
Can anybody tell me, please? Where my darling can be found? Tell me is she dead , Or does she walk upon the ground? Words are whispered everywhere, Words are spoken high and low But the truth about my own true love, They wouldn’t let me know
There’s a fire in the forest ……….
I rode into the forest dark, Where I came upon two ravens black They said to me that I would never, Get my true love back She was taken by the reverend, And brought out here, where she was burned But they whisper out here in these woods, And say she has returned
There’s a fire in the forest ……….
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