Gypsy Rover - The Blarney Lads

The whistling gypsy came over the hill

Down to the valley so shady

He whistled and sang 'til the greenwoods rang

And he won the heart of a lady

Ah-dee-do, ah-dee-do-da-day

Ah-dee-do, ah-dee-day-doe

He whistled and sang 'til the greenwoods rang

And he won the heart of a lady

She left her father’s castle bride

She left her old fond lover

She left her servants and her estates

To follow a gypsy rover

Ah-dee-do, ah-dee-do-da-day

Ah-dee-do, ah-dee-day-doe

She left her servants and her estates

To follow a gypsy rover

«He is no gypsy, my father», she said

«But lord of all these lands over

With him I’ll stay 'til my dying day

And follow a gypsy rover»

Ah-dee-do, ah-dee-do-da-day

Ah-dee-do, ah-dee-day-doe

With him I’ll stay 'til my dying day

And follow a gypsy rover

Ah-dee-do, ah-dee-do-da-day

Ah-dee-do, ah-dee-day-doe

With him I’ll stay 'til my dying day

I’ll follow a gypsy rover