An Irish man
From the banks of Gilban
Came a walkin’ though town.

A maid so fair
Made him stop and stare
As she passed him by.

“Who is she
So sweet and free
That last passed me by?”
He asked a stranger near by
Who was passing by
“Who is she with the raven hair?”

He turned to him
His face so grim
“She is a gypsy girl.”

Some gypsies are fair
Some gypsies are fine
I won’t take anyone else
This fair gypsy girl is mine.

No name he got
But no treasure he sought,
More than the love of her.

To the gypsy fair
He surrendered there
And his roving days were done.

Some gypsies are fair
Some gypsies are fine
I won’t take anyone else
This fair gypsy girl is mine.