Rest with the Gypsies

We made it across the Sierra Nevada
All I can say, it was freezing cold
My knife and her earrings we sold
For a meal in downtown Granada.

But then again, it could have been worse
Were I not smart with the loaded dice
Young dandy in Ronda, I let him win twice
And night saw us off with his purse.

She used to dance, and sometimes with grace
But now she’s round with a living load:
Soon, soon now I need to find us a place
Out of the wind and far from the road.

Look here, you sons of a coal-eyed witch
My last piece of gold for fire and rest
Girdle your chicks and let them fetch
A barrel of wine, but only the best!

                                
                   
                       
manfred von pentz  Canto Moreno (1974)