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[Verse 1]
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Oh, the Gypsy Davie came a-ridin' along, singin' so loud and gaily.
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With his old guitar and a lusty song, he charmed the heart of a lady,
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The heart of a pretty little lady.
[Verse 1]
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"How old are you, my pretty little miss? How old are you, my lady?"
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"Come next week. I'll be sixteen. I've a husband and a baby,
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A man and a pretty little baby."
[Verse 2]
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"Oh, would you leave your house and land, your husband and your baby?
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Would you leave them all behind to go with the Gypsy Davie,
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Ride along with the Gypsy Davie?"
[Verse 3]
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She dressed in silks and rings of gold and shoes of Spanish leather,
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Then she got on a pony fine and they rode off together,
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And they rode off together.
[Verse 4]
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That night when the man of the house came home, asking for his lady,
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Well, the only answer that he got: "She's gone with the Gypsy Davie,
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Rode away with the Gypsy Davie."
[Verse 5]
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He called for his boots and he called for his hat, his pistol, and his saddle,
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Then he sprang on his very best horse and after them did travel,
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And after them did travel.
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[Verse 6]
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When he saw the man who'd wronged him so, his wrath was hotly kindled,
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Then he thought of his lady's tender love, and his anger slowly dwindled,
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His anger slowly dwindled.
[Verse 7]
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"Oh, would you leave your house and land, your true love and your baby?
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Oh, would you leave us all behind to go with the Gypsy Davie,
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With the likes of the Gypsy Davie?"
[Verse 8]
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"I care not for your house and land, and you can have my baby.
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Yes, I'll leave you all behind to go with the Gypsy Davie,
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For I love this Gypsy Davie."
[Verse 9]
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When the silks and the gold and the rings were gone, old Davie would not tarry.
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He says, "You're not a Gypsy girl and you I cannot marry,
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You I cannot marry."
[Verse 10]
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As a beggar now she's dressed in rags. In her heart, she's still a lady.
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That night she'll cry herself to sleep thinkin' about her baby,
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True love and her baby.
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