You say that you're in love with me, listen to what I say. you're too young to come with me, I must be on me way. And stop your silly crying now, how can i make you see That I'm a gypsy rover, love, and you'll not come with me.
Go home, Girl, go home Go home
And I met you at the market, when your mum was not with you You like me long brown ringlets and me handkerchief of blue And although I'm very fond of you, you asked me home for tea but I'm a gypsy rover, love, and you'll not come with me.
Go home, Girl, go home Go home
And your brother is a peeller, and would lock me up in the jail if he knew I was a poacher and I hunt your lord's best quail Well your daddy is a gentle man, and your mammy just as grand Lyrics www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/gaelic_storm/ But I'm a gypsy rover, love and I'll not be your man
Go home, Girl, go home Go home
Now the hour's drawing on my love, your mum's expecting thee Don't tell her that you met me here, or I'm a gypsy free And let's get off me jacket now, your love will have to wait For I am twenty-two years old, and you, you're only eight