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The Gypsy Rover


The Gypsy Rover came over the hills; and down through the valley so shady; He whistled and He sang ’till the green woods rang; and He won the heart of a lady

Chorus Ah De Do Ah De Do Ah De Day; Ah De Do Ah De Day De; He whistled And he sang ’till the Green woods rang; And He won the heart of a lady;
She left Her Father’s castle gate; She left Her own fond lover; She left Her servants and Her estate; To follow the Gypsy Rover;


Her Father saddled his fastest steed; and searched these valleys all over; Searching His daughter At great speed;

And Her Whistling Gypsy Rover; At last they came to the castle gates; On the banks of the River Gladey; And there was music; And there was wine; For the Gypsy and His lady

“He is no Gypsy my father,’she cried;’ But Lord of these Lands all over ;and I will stay ’till my Dying day; with my Whistling Gypsy Rover!’

Whistle chorus


Mike Harmer

I created this website back in 1996, and have slowly added content to it over the years. Some resources have been contributed by viewers and other people who love the outdoors.

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