Gather 'round and I'll tell you a tale
'bout a young slave girl slender and frail .
When traders came to her village,
driving broad wagons across the town bridge ,
"Bring out your wares!" cried a man on his horse,
"We buy and we trade without recourse!"
Her father sold her for a bag of silver ,
not a word from her mother was spoke to save her .
The slave girl stood outside her cottage,
standing defiant and full of courage!
Without a tear or a backward glance ,
she embarked the wagon threw her life to chance .
With ankles shackled and chains on her wrists ,
our poor little slave girl could not resist -
but far away she goes in her mind,
dancing with fairies and drinking fine wine .
Her hair was silk with a black velvet sheen ,
her eyes burned brightly with a feverish gleam!
She danced and whorled, her skirts all a twirl ,
her skin aglow and shown like a pearl .
And into the night she cast her dark spell ,
this gypsy queen stood, both slender and pale !
With lily white hands and the voice of a dream,
she'd sing to the moon for the price of a beam.
When she awoke she found both her hands bound ,
and more oft' than not blood seeped to the ground .
Her body broken, her will yet unbowed ,
to the man on the horse, breath liquored and foul .
So he shook her and beat her with all of his rage ,
demanding she cower, show she was afraid!
This gypsy queen without making a sound ,
sealed her own fate by not giving ground .
When traders came to her village ,
driving broad wagons across the town bridge -
this time when the man on his horse
called to the people he found with remorse -
the chains and shackles were placed upon him ,
for the death of the slave girl pale and slim !
At night in his prison, he hears in his dreams
the soft haunting of the dark gypsy queen :
Her hair was silk with a black velvet sheen,
her eyes burned brightly with a feverish gleam !
She danced and she whorled with her skirts all a twirl,
her skin aglow and shown like a pearl .
And night after night she'd cast her dark spell ,
reminding the trader of how she was felled !
He's haunted forever by the voice in his dream -
the price he will pay to the dark gypsy queen .
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