Deserted Gipsy's Song: Hillside Camp

"While the ways are fair she will love you well,

Dear, disdainful Lover of mine!

But I would have followed you down to Hell:

Beauty maddens the soul like Wine!

"Though you lay at her feet the days to be,

Now no longer Lover of mine!

You can give her naught that you gave not me:

Beauty maddened my soul like Wine!

"When the years have shown what is false or true:

Beauty maddens the sight like Wine!

You will understand how I cared for you,

First and only Lover of mine!"