The Gipsy Girl

    By Ralph Hodgson



    'Come, try your skill, kind gentlemen,
    A penny for three tries!'
    Some threw and lost, some threw and won
    A ten-a-penny prize.

    She was a tawny gipsy girl,
    A girl of twenty years,
    I liked her for the lumps of gold
    That jingled from her ears;

    I liked the flaring yellow scarf
    Bound loose about her throat,
    I liked her showy purple gown
    And flashy velvet coat.

    A man came up, too loose of tongue,
    And said no good to her;
    She did not blush as Saxons do,
    Or turn upon the cur;

    She fawned and whined 'Sweet gentleman,
    A penny for three tries!'
    - But oh, the den of wild things in
    The darkness of her eyes!



Extra Info:


Printable page provided by all-poetry.com

This Site Copyright © 2005, Puttock International
Pty. Ltd.
Site created by Mick and his Simple Sites, contact Mick for more info.