| There was a gypsy came over the land,
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| He sang so sweet and gaily.
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| He sang beneath the wild wood tree
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| And charmed the great lord’s lady.
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| The lord he did come home
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| Enquiring for his lady
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| ``She's gone, she’s gone,'' said the serving man,
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| ``She's gone with the gypsy Davey.''
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| ``Go saddle me my black mare,
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| The grey is ne’er so speedy.
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| And I’ll ride all night and I’ll ride all day
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| Till I overtake my lady.''
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| He rode all by the riverside
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| On the grass so wet and dewy.
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| And seated with her gipsy lad
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| It’s there he spied his lady.
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| ``Would you forsake your house and home,
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| Would you forsake your baby?
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| Would you forsake your own true love
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| And the promises you gave me?''
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| ``What care I for my house and home
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| Or even my wee baby?
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| What care I for my own true love
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| For I love the gypsy Davey.''
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| ``Well it’s fare thee well my dearest dear,
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| It’s fare thee well forever.
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| And if you don’t return with me I swear you’ll see me never.''
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| And the lord he did go homeward
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| And kissed his own wee baby.
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| And ere six months had passed away
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| He’d married another lady. |