A gypsy rover came over the hill, into the valley shady;
He whistled and he sang til the green wood rang,
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And he won the heart of a la - dy.
She left her father s castle gate, she left her own true lover;
She left her servants and her estate
To follow her gypsy rover.
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day,
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee,
He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang
- - -
And he won the heart of a la - dy.
Her father mounted his fastest steed,
And searched the valley all over;
He sought his daughter at great speed
And the whistling gypsy rover.
At last he came to a mansion fine, down by the river Claydee,
And there was music and there was wine
For the gypsy and his lady.
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"He is no gypsy, my father," she cried,
"But Lord of these lands all over,
And I shall stay til my dying day
With my whistling gypsy rover."
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