Mischief Brew
The Gypsy, The Punk, and The Fool (A Tale)
(My mother saidI never shouldPlay with the gypsies in the woodIf I didShe;d surely sayNaughty lad to disobey)Lay the sleepy children downBattered and on baby's browEmbers turn the night to smokeBottles, shelves of rebel ray and ghostOf all jokesHorses tethered tight to them hangIn the beds of straw strong arms fadeWhat are the words of the gypsy lamentCarnival, not hunted by the landSing of no surrenderSaw a fiddle cracked in a seller's shackThat look on his face said don't come backAs the crusty and the gypsy had their spatWhich one owns less of the landOne has asked the other if there;s spaceThe other laughs, "You'd hardly last a day.For all your bean fields and 'your pay-no-rents'Can you really sing the rogue's lament? Letras de cancionesYou'll hang before you surrender, you'll hang before you surrender, you'll hang before you surrender""I will not surrender!"Hey!"The boy could have grown to never strain a handYet now he talks of working his own landAnd father's bribery is all for naughtFor the moral of these stories can't be boughtHow a barber when idly's his shedTo tend the wheat that soon should be your breadIf you choose rebellion over sweet consent, can you really sing the rogue's lament?Not yet!"I'll sing the rogue's lament never againI'll sing the rogue's lament never againWhen you roll your own bed, you;ll always be on some leadYou cannot sing the rogue's lament againI'll sing the rogue's lament never againI'll sing the rogue's lament never againWhen you make your own bread, the baker's always a friend,You cannot sing the rogue's lament againI'll sing the rogue's lament never againI'll sing the rogue's lament never againWhen you roll your own bed, you'll always be on some leadYou cannot sing the rogue's lament againYou'll sing the rogue's lament never again!
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