The Whistlin' Gypsy Rover
Morrison's Jig
(Music by Mae McKenna; lyrics traditional)
She left her father's castle gate
She left her own true lover
She left her servants and estate
to follow the gypsy rover
Her father saddled up his steed
Roamed the valleys over
He sought his daughter at great speed
And the whistlin' gypsy rover
They came at last to a mansion fine
down by the river Cready
And there was music and there was wine
for the gypsy and his lady
He is no gypsy, father,
but Lord of these lands over
And I will stay till my dying day
with my whistlin' gypsy rover
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