Tonart: A major
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time ago when I was young,
they used to be great bands
of tinkers
or gypsies would come through our place
and it always seemed to me
the most romantic possible
kind of a life.
You know the caravans,
or the caravans
with the horses heads painted on the side,
and the old characters leaning over the
half door of it with the pipe,
and a clatter of dogs
running along under the wagons.
Fifteen or twenty piebald ponies behind,
you know.
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A friend of ours wrote a song about it,
the passing of the romantic age
of the travelling people.
It's called I'm a Freeborn Man
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of the Travelling People.
I'm a freeborn man
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of the travelling people.
Got no fixed abode
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with the nomads I have wondered.
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Country lanes and byways
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were always my ways.
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I never fancied being number.
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Oh, we knew the woods
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And the small birds sang
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when winter days were over
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Then we'd pack our load
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and be on the road
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Those were good old days for a rover
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where a man could linger
For a week or two per time
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row in your horse and dog
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And nice and easy,
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no need to go fasting
Now I've known life hard
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and I've known it easy
And I've cursed the life
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when winter days were darning
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But I've laughed and sung
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through the whole night long
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Seen the summer sun rise in the morning
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All you free -born men,
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all the traveling people
Every tinker,
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rolling stone and gypsy rover
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Winds of change are blowing,
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old ways are going,
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your traveling days will soon be over.
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