There's been many a crooked path
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That has ended me here
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Tired, broken and wearing rags
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Wild eyed with fear
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There's much more to this vagabond
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Than the eye can see
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You can see me through different eyes
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Make a princess of me
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Door to door with her heavy heart
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Try to stave off the cold
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In the distance a gypsy cart
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Filled with thieves and rogues
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There's much more to this vagabond
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Than the eye can see
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You can see me through different eyes
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Make a princess of me
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Sing for supper and sing for pence
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A song's all I have to give
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With a fiddle and with no rest
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Singing only to live
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There's much more to this vagabond
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Than the eye can see
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You can see me through different eyes
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Make a princess of me
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Through the window a golden glow
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Families gather round
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Here outside it starts to snow
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Silence the only sound
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There's much more to this vagabond
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Than the eye can see
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You can see me through different eyes
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Make a princess of me
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All can see me through different eyes
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make a princess of me
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Vagabond (Make A Princess Of Me)
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| Blackmore's Night |
