THE GYPSY

Do you think that you're in love with me,
Will you listen to what I say?
You're too young to come with me girl
I'll soon be on my way.
Stop your silly crying now, 
How can I make you see?
I am a gypsy rover, and you can't come with me.
Go home girl, go home.

You met me at the market
When your Ma was not with you.
You like my long brown ringlets 
And my handkerchief of blue.
But though I'm very fond of you, 
And you've asked me home to tea
I am a gypsy rover, and you can't come with me.
Go home girl, go home.

Your brother is a peeler
And he would put me in jail.
If he knew I was a poacher
And I hunt your Lord's best quail.
Your Daddy is a gentleman,
And your Mammy's just as grand.
Ah, but I'm a gypsy rover, I'll not be your husband.
Go home girl, go home.

The hour's growing late my love
Your Ma's expecting ye.
Don't tell her that you met me here
Or that I'm a gypsy.
Leave go of my jacket now
Your love will have to wait,
See I am twenty-two years old, and you, you're only eight.
Go home girl, go home.
Go home girl, go home.
Go home girl, go home.