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Gypsy Girl, oh pearl
Sat upon the stoney mare
Beltane Eve, by the you grieve
With your deep Babylonian

(chorus)
Wild Apple Girl move along now
Blessed Wild Apple move along now
Blessed Wild Apple

Gypsy girl, oh girl
Your hands are with flowers
Tangled torn, so stately
For a throne in the (hill) halls of

(chorus)

Fools said the hills are dead
But her nose is a of the Shee
A sword by an ancient ford
Was my from this child of the trees

(chorus to end)