| The whistling gypsy came over the hill
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| Down to the valley so shady
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| He whistled and sang 'til the greenwoods rang
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| And he won the heart of a lady
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| Ah-dee-do, ah-dee-do-da-day
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| Ah-dee-do, ah-dee-day-doe
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| He whistled and sang 'til the greenwoods rang
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| And he won the heart of a lady
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| She left her father’s castle bride
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| She left her old fond lover
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| She left her servants and her estates
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| To follow a gypsy rover
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| Ah-dee-do, ah-dee-do-da-day
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| Ah-dee-do, ah-dee-day-doe
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| She left her servants and her estates
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| To follow a gypsy rover
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| «He is no gypsy, my father», she said
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| «But lord of all these lands over
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| With him I’ll stay 'til my dying day
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| And follow a gypsy rover»
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| Ah-dee-do, ah-dee-do-da-day
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| Ah-dee-do, ah-dee-day-doe
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| With him I’ll stay 'til my dying day
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| And follow a gypsy rover
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| Ah-dee-do, ah-dee-do-da-day
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| Ah-dee-do, ah-dee-day-doe
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| With him I’ll stay 'til my dying day
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| I’ll follow a gypsy rover |