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Gypsy Girl, oh twisty
Sat the stoney pale mare
Beltane Eve, by the fires you
With your deep hair

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

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

(chorus)

have said the hills are dead
But her nose is a of the Shee
A silver sword by an ancient
Was my gift from this child of the

(chorus to end)