| G | D | G | D | | The G | ypsy R | over came | over the h | ill, |
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| G | D | G | D | | D | own through the v | alley so s | hady | . |
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| G | D | G | C | | He wh | istled and he s | ang 'till the gr | eenwoods r | ang, |
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| G | D | G | C | G | D7 | | And | he won the h | eart of a | lad | y. | | |
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Ah-di-do, ah-di-do ah-dey, |
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He whistled and he sang 'till the greenwoods rang, |
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And he won the heart of a lady. |
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She left her father's castle gate, |
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She left her own true lover, |
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She left her servants and her estate |
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To follow the Gypsy Rover. |
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Her father saddled his fastest steed, |
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Roamed the valley all over, |
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Sought his daughter at great speed, |
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And the whistling Gypsy Rover. |
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He came at last to a mansion fine, |
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Down by the river Calyde, |
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And there was music and there was wine |
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For the Gypsy and his lady. |
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"He's no gypsy, my father," she said, |
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"But lord of the freelands all over, |
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And I will stay 'till my dying day |
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With my whistling Gypsy Rover. |
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