Songs > Gypsy Rover

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You think you’re in love with me, well listen to what I say
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You’re too young to come with me girl, I’ll soon be on my way
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Stop your silly crying now, how can I make you see
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That I’m a Gypsy Rover, love and you can’t come with me

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Go home girl, go home

You met me at the market when your Mum was not with you
And you liked my long brown ringlets and my handkerchief of blue
And though I’m very fond of you and you asked me home to tea
I’m a Gypsy Rover love and you can’t come with me

Your Brother he’s the Sheriff and he would put me in jail
If he knew I was a poacher and I hunt your Lord’s best quail
Your Father is a Nobleman and your Mummies just as grand
And I’m a Gypsy Rover love and will not be your husband

The hour’s coming on love, and I must be leaving you
Don’t tell them that you met me, no matter what you do
Leave go of me doublet now, our love will have to wait
For I am thirty-two years old, and you, you’re only eight

Go home girl, go home
Go home girl, go home