Lyrics:
The Gypsy Rover

To follow the gypsy rover. 3. Her father saddled up his fastest steed And roamed the valleys all over Sought his daughter at great speed And the whistling gypsy rover

Translation: The Houghton Weavers. Gypsy Rover.

Translation: The Irish Rovers. Gypsy Rover.

Translation: The Seekers. Gypsy Rover.

of a lady "He is no gypsy, my father", she said But Lord of these lands all over And I will stay till my dying day With the whistlin' gypsy rover Ah

, chilly, chilly, chilly winds blowing Lovely spring coming soon Chilly, chilly, chilly, chilly winds blowing Lovely spring coming soon I wear my body like a caravan Gypsy rover

living gypsy wild rover A free living gypsy wild rover They call him the roving gypsy boy He'll never choose to stay They call him the roving gypsy

to what I say You're too young to come with me I must be on me way And stop your silly crying, love How can I make you see That I'm a gypsy rover, love

estate to follow the gypsy rover. [Chorus] Her father saddled his fastest steed. Searched these valleys all over. Seeking his daughter at great speed and the whistlin' gypsy rover