Riff On Eustacia's Gypsy Poem by David McLansky

Pass my palm with a coin of gold
I'll tell you what the future holds;
I see your life-line cruelly broken,
Quickly, offer up a token;
Love is trying to make its way
To your heart but turns away;
Appease the spirit with a coin
So past and future can be joined;
Your money gets in the way
And halts your progess every day;
Here put your money in this sack
We'll get the Devil off your ba
ck;
See it burn in the fire;
The Devil's gone, I must retire.