The Whistling Gypsy

{title:The Whistling Gypsy}

{st:Tommy Makem}

The G[G]ypsy R[D]over came [G]over the h[D]ill,

D[G]own through the v[D]alley so s[G]hady[D].

He wh[G]istled and he s[D]ang 'till the gr[G]eenwoods r[C]ang,

And [G]he won the h[D]eart of a [G]lad[C]y. [G] [D7]

{c:Chorus:}

Ah-di-do, ah-di-do ah-dey,

Ah-di-do, ah-di dey-o,

He whistled and he sang 'till the greenwoods rang,

And he won the heart of a lady.

She left her father's castle gate,

She left her own true lover,

She left her servants and her estate

To follow the Gypsy Rover.

{c:Chorus.}

Her father saddled his fastest steed,

Roamed the valley all over,

Sought his daughter at great speed,

And the whistling Gypsy Rover.

{c:Chorus.}

He came at last to a mansion fine,

Down by the river Calyde,

And there was music and there was wine

For the Gypsy and his lady.

{c:Chorus.}

"He's no gypsy, my father," she said,

"But lord of the freelands all over,

And I will stay 'till my dying day

With my whistling Gypsy Rover.

{c:Chorus.}

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# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives

# by Steve Putz <putz@parc.xerox.com>

# 7 September 1992