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Amy Annelle
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Traveling People
I am a freeborn man of the traveling people
got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered
country lanes and byways are always my way
I never fancied being numbered
oh we knew the woods, all the resting places
and the small birds sang when wintertime was over
then we'd pack our load and be on the road
they were good old times for the rover
there was open ground where a man could linger
stay a week or two for time was not your master
then away you'd jog with your horse and dog
easy now, no need to go faster
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now and then we'd meet up with other travelers
hear the news or else swap family information
at the country fairs, we'd all be meeting there
all the people of the traveling nation
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
winds of change are blowing, old ways are going
your traveling days will soon be over
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