If you read lots of ballads, you absorb the impression that their main is this: what jerks the upper classes are. Killing babies, stabbing rivals, raping maidens, bewitching daughters-in-law, poisoning lovers...the list of the misdeeds of the so-called nobility never stops.

The sting in the Gypsy Davy songs is that the lady would rather sleep on the ground with a real man than stay in a castle with a member of the so-called nobility.

The interesting, exciting gypsy music doesn't hurt, either.