Here you will find the Poem The Gypsy Girl of poet Ralph Hodgson
'Come, try your skill, kind gentlemen, A penny for three tries!' Some threw and lost, some threw and won A ten-a-penny prize. She was a tawny gypsy girl, A girl of twenty years, I liked her for the lumps of gold That jingled from her ears; I liked the flaring yellow scarf Bound loose about her throat, I liked her showy purple gown And flashy velvet coat. A man came up, too loose of tongue, And said no good to her; She did not blush as Saxons do, Or turn upon the cur; She fawned and whined, 'Sweet gentleman, A penny for three tries!' - But oh, the den of wild things in The darkness of her eyes!
