The Gypsy lyrics and chords

The chords to The Gypsy are presented here in the key of G major. Use our chord converter to play the song in other keys. The lyrics are about a little girl that has a crush on a gypsy , and he has to tell her that she can’t go away with him and must stay with her family.

 
So you  
G 
think that you’re in love with me, will you listen to what I  
D7 
say?
 
You’re far too young to come with me, I’ll  
C 
soon be on my  
G 
way.
 
Stop your silly crying girl how  
C 
can I make you  
Am 
see?
 
That  
C 
I’m a gypsy  
G 
rover and  
D7 
you can’t come with  
G 
me.
Chorus
 
Go  
C 
home, you  
D7 
girl
 
Go  
G 
home.

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You met me at the marketplace when your ma was not with you
You liked my long brown ringlets and my handkerchief of blue
Although I’m very fond of you and you asked me home to tea
I am a gypsy rover and you can’t come with me.

Chorus

Your brother is a Peeler and he would put me in jail
If he knew I were a poacher and I hunt your lord’s best game
Your daddy is a gentleman, your mammy’s just as grand
But I’m a gypsy rover; I’ll not be your husband.

Chorus

The hour is drawing on my love and your ma’s expecting thee
Don’t say you met me here for I’m just a gypsy
Please let go my jacket now; your love will have to wait
For I am twenty-two years old and you are only eight.

Chorus

The Gypsy lyrics and chords print version

So you [G]think that you’re in love with me, will you listen to what I [D7]say?
You’re far too young to come with me, I’ll [C]soon be on my [G]way.
Stop your silly crying girl how [C]can I make you [Am]see?
That [C]I’m a gypsy [G]rover and [D7]you can’t come with [G]me.

Chorus

Go [C]home, you [D7]girl
Go [G]home.

You met me at the marketplace when your ma was not with you
You liked my long brown ringlets and my handkerchief of blue
Although I’m very fond of you and you asked me home to tea
I am a gypsy rover and you can’t come with me.

Chorus

Your brother is a Peeler and he would put me in jail
If he knew I were a poacher and I hunt your lord’s best game
Your daddy is a gentleman, your mammy’s just as grand
But I’m a gypsy rover; I’ll not be your husband.

Chorus

The hour is drawing on my love and your ma’s expecting thee
Don’t say you met me here for I’m just a gypsy
Please let go my jacket now; your love will have to wait
For I am twenty-two years old and you are only eight.

Chorus
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