Gypsy Girl, oh twisty pearl
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Sat upon the stoney pale mare
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Beltane Eve, by the fires you grieve
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With your deep Babylonian hair
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[Chorus:]
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Blessed Wild Apple Girl move along now
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Blessed Wild Apple Girl move along now
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Blessed Wild Apple Girl
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Gypsy girl, oh twisty girl
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Your hands are dangled with flowers
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Tangled torn, so stately born
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For a throne in the (hill) halls of Ireland
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[Chorus]
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Fools have said the hills are dead
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But her nose is a rose of the Shee
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A silver sword by an ancient ford
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Was my gift from this child of the trees
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[Chorus to end]
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Blessed Wild Apple Girl
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| T Rex |
