E -3- -2- -3- -2- -0- -0- -0- -2-
B -0- -2- -1- -1- -1- -0- -1- -3-
G -0- -2- -4- -2- -2- -0- -0- -2-
D -0- -4- -2- -0- -2- -2- -2- -0-
A -2- -4- -0- -x- -0- -2- -3- -x-
E -3- -2- -x- -x- -x- -0- -0- -x-
Gypsy girl, oh twisty pearl, sat upon the stoney pale mare
Beltane Eve, by the fires you grieve, with your deep Babalonian hair
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Blessed wild apple girl move along now
Blessed wild apple girl move along now
Blessed wild apple girl
2. Gypsy girl, oh twisty girl, your hands all dangles with flowers
Tangled torn, so stately born, for a throne in the halls of Ireland
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3. Fools have said, the hills are dead, but her nose is a rose of the Shee
A silver sword by an ancient ford, was my gift from this child of the trees
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CHORUS last time
Blessed wild apple girl move along now
Blessed wild apple girl move along now
Blessed wild apple girl move along now
Blessed wild apple girl move along now
Blessed wild apple girl
Blessed wild apple girl
Blessed wild apple girl
