The Whistling Gypsy

The Gypsy Rover come over the hills
Down through the valleys so shady
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady
Ah dee doo ah dee doo da day
Ah dee doo ah dee day dee
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady
She left her father’s castle gate;
She left her own fond lover;
She left her servants and her state
To follow the Gypsy Rover
Her father saddled up his fastest steed
Roamed the valleys all over
Sought his daughter at great speed
And the whistling Gypsy Rover
He came at last to a mansion fine
Down by the River Claydee
And there was music and there was wine
For the Gypsy and his lady
«He is no Gypsy, my father,» she said
«But Lord of those freelands all over
And I will stay 'til my dying day
With my whistling Gypsy Rover.»