[Roud 1764; Ballad Index R743; VWML COL/2/30, FK/13/116/2; trad.] [Verse One] Do not trust him, gentle lady, though his voice be low and sweet, Heed not him who kneels before you, gently pleading at thy feet. Now thy life is in its morning, blight not this, thy happy lot, Listen to the gypsy's warning, gentle lady trust him not (x2)