She left her father's castle gate
Left her own true lover
She left her servants and her estates
To follow the gypsy rover.
Her father saddled his fastest steed
And roamed the valleys all over
He searched for his daughter at great speed
And the whistlin' gypsy rover.
He came at last to a mansion fine
Down by the river Clady
And there was music, and there was wine
For the gypsy and his lady.
He's no gypsy, my Father, she said,
But Lord of these lands all over
And I will stay 'til my dyin' day
With my whistlin' gypsy rover.
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.