Freeborn Man Of The Traveling People

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[Verse 1]

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I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people
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Got no fixed abode, with the nomads I have wandered
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Country lanes and byways were always my ways
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I never fancied being lumbered


[Verse 2]

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Oh, we knew the woods and the resting places
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And the small birds sang when winter days were over
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Then we'd pack our load and be on the road
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Those were good old days for the rover


[Verse 3]

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All you freeborn men of the travelling people
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Every tinker, rolling stone and gypsy rover
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Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going
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Your travelling days will soon be over


[Verse 4]

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There was open ground where a man could linger
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For a week or two, for time was not our master
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Then away we'd jog with our horse and dog
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Nice and easy, no need to go faster


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[Verse 5]

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Well, I've known life hard and I've known it easy
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And I've cursed the life when winter days were dawning
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But I've laughed and sung through the whole night long
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Seen the summer sunrise in the morning


[Verse 6]

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All you freeborn men of the travelling people
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Every tinker, rolling stone and gypsy rover
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Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going
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Your travelling days will soon be over
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Your travelling days will soon be over