| wake up my love and sing me a song
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| you’ve lain here beside me all the night long
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| will you remember me will you return
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| or leave me to sorrow and to yearn
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| i am a poor boy and i have no gold
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| all i have owned has been bargained and sold
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| but i will give you the sun and the stars
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| and i will show you what you are
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| nancy will you come will you follow after me
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| my coach is waiting i will set you free
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| will you leave your husband his castle and estate
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| to follow the roving gypsy
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| once i was as rich as a king with his crown
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| carriages and servants a man of renown
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| but then i was robbed by a bold highwayman
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| and left without a penny in me hand
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| now just like him a robber i may be
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| who rambles round this country and sleeps among the trees
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| but i have a heart just as true as any lord
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| and more than many can afford
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| no i will not follow, follow after you
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| your story is all lies and your heart it isn’t true
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| i’ll not leave me husband his castle or estate
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| to follow the roving gypsy
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| you’re a highborn lady and with me you have lain
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| knowing you would never ever see me again
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| and so before i go my duty must be paid
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| for all that i have done and left unsaid
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| i will take me payment from the riches that you wear
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| the rings upon your fingers and the jewels in your hair
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| you can have your husband his castle and estate
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| perhaps me love we’ll meet again by fate
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| nancy don’t you follow, follow after me
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| for i am a rover me heart is fancy free
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| and now i have your jewels to buy me food and wine
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| for i am the roving gypsy |