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 my way
I'd stop your silly cryin' 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 not with you
You liked me long -brown ringlets
and my handkerchief for blue
And although I'm very fond of
you, you ask me no 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 will lock me up in the jail
For you I was a poacher and a hunter,
Lord, must quail
Well, your daddy is a gentleman,
your mammy just his grand
But I'm a gypsy rover, love,
and I'll not be your man
Go home, girl, go home, go home
Don't tell her that you met me here,
or I'm a tipsy freak
And let's get on 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
And go home, girl, go home, go home