D'ya think your in love with me
Would ya list to what I say
Your too young to come with me Girl
I'll soon be on my way
Stop your silly crying
How can I make you see
I am a Gypsy Rover love
And you can't come with me
Go home Girl Go Home
You met me at the market when your Ma was not with you
You like my long brown wringlets
And my handkerchief of blue
Although I'm very fond of you
And you asked me home to tea
I am a Gypsy Rover love and you can't come with me
Go Home Girl Go Home
Your brother is a peeler and he would put me in jail
If he knew I was a poacher and I hunt the lords best quail
Your daddy is a gentleman and your mammys just as grand
Ah but I'm a Gypsy Rover love I'll not be your husband
Go home Girl go home
The hour has grown long love and you ma's expecting thee
Don't tell her that you met me here for I am a gypsy
Please go off my jacket now your love will have to wait
See I am Twenty Two years old and you
Your only eight
Go home Girl Go Home
Go Home Girl Go Home