The Gypsy  Key: F Also in Key: G

 

             D                              D                                 D                       A7

Do you think that you’re in love with me, will you listen to what I say

             A7                          A7                 G                       D

You’re too young to come with me girl, I must be on my way

D                      D                          D                      G

Stop your silly crying now, how can I make you see

         G                 D                      A7                            D

That I’m a gypsy rover love and you can’t come with me

D7  G       A7         D G D

Go home, girl, go home

 

        D                    D                             D                         A7

You met me at the market, when your ma was not with you

               A7                              A7                     G                        D

And you liked my long brown ringlets, and my handkerchief of blue

     D                       D                               D                           G

Although I’m very fond of you, and you asked me home to tea,

   G                D                       A7                              D

I am a gypsy rover, love, and you can’t come with me.

D7  G        A7        D  G  D

Go home, girl, go home

 

          D                  D                   D                        A7

Your brother is a peeler and he would put me in jail

         A7                  A7                    G                                D

If he knew I was a poacher, and I hunt your lord’s best quail

           D              D                          D                         G

Your Daddy is a gentleman, your Mammy is just is grand

        G                 D                     A7                    D

But I’m a gypsy rover, love, I’ll not be your husband

D7  G        A7        D  G  D

Go home, girl, go home

 

         D                      D                           D                       A7

The hour’s drawing on, love, and your Ma’s expecting thee,

                 A7                      A7                      G                   D

Don’t you tell her that you met me here, or that I’m a gypsy.

 D                       D                          D                        G

Let’s get off my jacket now, your love will have to wait,

      G                    D                           A7                      D

For I  am twenty-two years old and you, you’re only eight.

D7  G       A7        D  G  D

Go home, girl, go home