She was young she was fair
And her long flowing hair
With the wild tints of Autumn was laden
And the joy of her tribe is how I would describe
This beautiful gypsy maiden

Now the fine country squire
Found his heart all afire
On the day that he met her in the Boreen
I will give you command of my riches and my lands
If you’ll wed me my pretty Astoreen

Oh I don’t care a straw for your lands my good sir
Or your mansion with gold truly laden
Oh I don’t care a straw for your lands my good sir
Said the beautiful gypsy maiden

Still he showed her his lands
And the wedding was planned
And he showed her his mansion all over
But the young gypsy maid was nervous and dismayed
For at heart she was still a gypsy rover

Oh I don’t care a straw for your lands my good sir
Or your mansion with gold truly laden
Oh I don’t care a straw for your lands my good sir
But we’ll wed said the gypsy maiden
On this wonderful day she was lovely and gay
To the church came the tribes all paradin’
Our fair prize you can’t win
For she’s not your kith or kin
Stay away from the gypsy maiden

Oh we don’t care a straw for your lands my good sir
Or your mansion with gold truly laden
Oh we don’t care a straw for your lands my good sir
And you’ll ne’er wed the gypsy maiden
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