D]Do you think that you're in love with me, [A]listen to what I say.
you're too young to come with me, I'll [D]soon
be on me way.
So stop your silly crying now, how can i make you[G] see
That [D]I'm a gypsy rover, love, and [A]you cant
come with [D]me.
Go [G]home,[A] Girl, go [D]home
Go [g]home [a]girl go [d]home
And I met you at the market, when your mum was not with thee
You like me long brown ringlets and me handkerchief of
blue
And although I'm very fond of you, you asked me home for tea
but I'm a gypsy rover, love, and you cant come with
me.
Go home, Girl, go home
Go home
And your brother is a peeller, 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, and your mammy just as grand
But I'm a gypsy rover, love and I'll not be
your husband
Go home, Girl, go home
Go home
Now the hour's drawing on my love, your mum's expecting thee
Don't tell her that you met me here, or I'm a gypsy
Ahh
leave go 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
