I'm a Free Born Man of the Traveling People
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I'm a freeborn man of the travellin' people
Got no fixed abode, with nomads I have wandered
Country lanes and byways were always my ways
I never fancied being numbered
Oh, we knew the woods and the resting places
And the small birds sang when winter days were over
Then we'd pack our load and be on the road
Those were good old days for a rover
There was open ground where a man could linger
For a week or two for time was not our master
Then away you'd jog with your horse and dog
Nice and easy, no need to go faster
Now I've known life hard and I've known it easy
And I've cursed the life when winter days were dawning
But I've laughed and sung through the whole night long
Seen the summer sun rise in the morning
All you freeborn men of the travellin' people
Every tinker, rolling stone, and gypsy rover
Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going
Your travellin' days will soon be over