The gypsie ran away
To an island in the south
My love sweet love
With berries in his mouth
somewhere in the wind
He smells a sweet perfume
My love sweet love shistling a tune
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The gypsie boy said you own my heart
You hold it in your loveing hand
And you carry it beside you
In your sweet and lonesome way
And it is aoo that I can do make it through
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Notes upon the strings
So lovely while he sings his song his song
If only I had wings I would fly away
To a highland gathering arms around you
My love sweet love I love to hear you play
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