The Gypsy - The Irish Rovers

wake up my love and sing me a song

you’ve lain here beside me all the night long

will you remember me will you return

or leave me to sorrow and to yearn

i am a poor boy and i have no gold

all i have owned has been bargained and sold

but i will give you the sun and the stars

and i will show you what you are

nancy will you come will you follow after me

my coach is waiting i will set you free

will you leave your husband his castle and estate

to follow the roving gypsy

once i was as rich as a king with his crown

carriages and servants a man of renown

but then i was robbed by a bold highwayman

and left without a penny in me hand

now just like him a robber i may be

who rambles round this country and sleeps among the trees

but i have a heart just as true as any lord

and more than many can afford

no i will not follow, follow after you

your story is all lies and your heart it isn’t true

i’ll not leave me husband his castle or estate

to follow the roving gypsy

you’re a highborn lady and with me you have lain

knowing you would never ever see me again

and so before i go my duty must be paid

for all that i have done and left unsaid

i will take me payment from the riches that you wear

the rings upon your fingers and the jewels in your hair

you can have your husband his castle and estate

perhaps me love we’ll meet again by fate

nancy don’t you follow, follow after me

for i am a rover me heart is fancy free

and now i have your jewels to buy me food and wine

for i am the roving gypsy