Song: Freeborn Man of the Traveling People
Cherish the Ladies
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I am a freeborn man of the traveling people Got no fixed abode, were no man is your master Country lanes and byways where always my ways I Never fancied being lumbered In the open field you could stop and linger And the small birds sang when wintertime was over Then you'd pack your load and be on the road They were good old times for the rover Sometimes we'd meet up with other people Hear the news or else swap family information At the country fairs, we'd be meeting there All the peoples of the traveling nation I made willow creels and the heather besom and I've even done some begging and some hawking And I've lain there spent wrapped up in my tent and I've listened to the old folk talking All you freeborn men of the traveling people Every tinker, rolling stone, or gypsy rover Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going Your traveling days will soon be over I am a freeborn man of the traveling people Got no fixed abode, where no man is your master Country lanes and byways were always my ways I Never fancied going faster --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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