Go Home, Girl! (aka The Gypsy)

Don't say that you're in love me listen to what I say
You're too young to come with me, you must be on your 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 mam was just with you.
You liked me long brown ringlets and me handkerchief of blue.
And although I'm very fond 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 peeler 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 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 on 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!
Go home, Girl, go home, go home!