The Gypsy rover went over the hill,
Down to the valley so shady;
He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang,
For he won the heart of a lady.
Chorus
Ha di do, ah dido da day, ah di do, ah di day-ee;
He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang,
For he won the heart of a lady.
She left her father's castle gate,
She left her own true lover;
She left her servants and her estate,
To follow the Gypsy rover.
Her father saddled his fastest steed,
He searched the valley all over;
He 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," said she,
"But a lord of freelands all over;
And I will stay to my dying day,
With my whistling Gypsy rover.