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(G)Do you think that you're in love with
me,
Will you (D)listen to what I say?
You're too young to come with me girl
I'll (C)soon be on my (G)way.
Stop your silly crying now,
How can I make you (C)see?
I am a gypsy (G)rover, and (D)you
can't come with (G)me.
Go (C)home (D)girl,
go (G)home.
I met you 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 is growing on luv
Your Ma's expecting thee.
Don't tell her that you met me here
Or that I am 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.
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