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X:1
T: Gypsy Rover
S: FF Version
M:4/4
R:Ballad
L:1/8
K:G 
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w:A gyp-sy ro-ver came o-ver the hill Down through the val-ley so sha-dy. He 
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w:whist-led and he sang 'til the green woods rang, and he won the heart of a la-__dy._
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w:Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day; Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee; He
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w:whist-led and he sang 'til the green woods rang, and he won the heart of a la-__dy._
W:
W:A gypsy rover came over the hill
W:Down through the valley so shady.
W:He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
W:And he won the heart of a lady.
W:
W:Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day
W:Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee
W:He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
W:And he won the heart of a lady.
W:
W:She left her father's castle gate.
W:She left her own fine lover.
W:She left her servants and her state
W:To follow her gypsy rover.
W:
W:She left behind her velvet gown
W:And shoes of Spanish leather
W:They whistled and they sang 'till the green woods rang
W:As they rode off together
W:
W:Last night, she slept on a goose feather bed
W:With silken sheets for cover
W:Tonight she'll sleep on the cold, cold ground
W:Beside her gyspy lover
W:
W:Her father saddled up his fastest stead
W:And roamed the valley all over.
W:Sought his daughter at great speed
W:And the whistlin' gypsy rover.
W:
W:He came at last to a mansion fine
W:Down by the river Claydee.
W:And there was music and there was wine
W:For the gypsy and his lady.
W:
W:"Have you forsaken your house and home?
W:Have you forsaken your baby?
W:Have you forsaken your husband dear
W:For a whistling gypsy rover?"
W:
W:"He is no gypsy, my Father," she cried
W:"but Lord of these lands all over.
W:And I shall stay 'til my dying day
W:with my whistlin' gypsy rover."


