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Don't 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, love 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 mam was not with you You liked me long brown ringlets And me handkerchief of blue And although I'm very fond of you You asked me home to 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 peeler And would lock me up in the jail If he knew I was a poacher And I hunt your lord's best quail SongtexteWell your daddy is a gentleman Your mammy just as grand But I'm a gypsy rover, love And I'll not be your man Go home, girl, go home Go home Well the hour's drawing long, my love Your mam'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 Go home, girl, go home Go home Aus Songtexte Mania