A Gypsy Song Old Man There was an old man. He gave me the presents, he gave me the earrings, gave me golden ones. I myself was blooming like rose. Father drives me from home, my Lord, and mather curses me: "Go, do go to the old man, fall to his feet!" I went to the old man, my lord, fell to his feet. "Forgive me, old man, oh, now I am yours forever!"