| I’m known by many different names
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| My good friend Will
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| Calls me Puck and Robin Goodfellow
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| I follow the gypsy faerie queen
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| I follow the gypsy faerie queen
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| She walks the length and breadth of England
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| Singing her song, using her wand
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| To help and heal the land
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| And the creatures on it
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| She’s dressed in rags of moleskin
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| And wears a crown of Rowan berries on her brow
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| And I follow, follow, follow
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| The gypsy faerie queen
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| We exist, exist, exist
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| In the twilight in-between
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| She bears a blackthorn staff
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| To help her in her walking
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| I only listen to her sing
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| But I never hear her talking
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| Anymore
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| Though once she did
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| Though once she did
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| And I follow, follow, follow
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| My gypsy faerie queen
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| We exist, exist, exist
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| In the twilight in-between
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| And I follow, follow, follow
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| My gypsy faerie queen
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| We exist, exist, exist
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| In the country in-between
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| Me and my gypsy queen |