The Gypsy, The Punk, And The Fool (A Tale) Lyrics

Lay the sleepy children down
Battered hand on baby's brow
Embers turn the night to smoke
Bottle shells of revelry and ghosts
Of old jokes.

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Horses thethered tight to their meins
In the beds of straw the strong arms fade
What are the words of the gypsy lament
Carnival not haunted by the lent.

Sing of no surrender.

Soft fiddle crack in the cellar shack
That look on his face said don't come back
As the crusty and the gypsy had their spat
Which one knows less of the land?

One has asked the other if there's space
The other laughs
he'll hardly last the day
Grow all your beanfields and you pay no rent
Can you really sing the rogue's lament?

You'll hang before you surrender
You'll hang before you surrender
You'll hang before you surrender
I will not surrender!

The boy could have grown to never strain a hand
Yet now he speaks of working his own land
And father's bribery is all for naught
For the moral of these stories can't be bought.

How I marvel when Ivy Leagues is shed
To tend the wheat that's soon to be your bread.
If you choose rebellion over sweet content
Can you really sing the rogue's lament again?
No.

I'll sing the rogue's lament never again.
I'll sing the rogue's lament never again.
When you roll your own bed
Always be out of lead.
Ya cannot sing the rogue's lament again.

I'll sing the rogue's lament never again.
I'll sing the rogue's lament never again.
When you bake your own bread
The baker's always a friend.
Ya cannot sing the rogue's lament again.

I'll sing the rogue's lament never again.
I'll sing the rogue's lament never again.
When you roll your own bed
Always be out of lead.
Ya cannot sing the rogue's lament
Ya cannot sing the rogue's lament
You'll sing the rogue's lament never again!