She was young she was fair And her long flowing hair With the wild tints of Autumn was laden And the joy of her tribe is how I would describe This beautiful gypsy maiden Now the fine country squire Found his heart all afire On the day that he met her in the Boreen I will give you command of my riches and my lands If you'll wed me my pretty Astoreen Oh I don't care a straw for your lands my good sir Or your mansion with gold truly laden Oh I don't care a straw for your lands my good sir Said the beautiful gypsy maiden Still he showed her his lands And the wedding was planned And he showed her his mansion all over But the young gypsy maid was nervous and dismayed For at heart she was still a gypsy rover Oh I don't care a straw for your lands my good sir Or your mansion with gold truly laden Oh I don't care a straw for your lands my good sir But we'll wed said the gypsy maiden On this wonderful day she was lovely and gay To the church came the tribes all paradin' Our fair prize you can't win For she's not your kith or kin Stay away from the gypsy maiden Oh we don't care a straw for your lands my good sir Or your mansion with gold truly laden Oh we don't care a straw for your lands my good sir And you'll ne'er wed the gypsy maiden (bis)