Key: A
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A day once dawned, as sleepers yawned, a day of leaves so greeny?o
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That a man rode high in a tinker's sky
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And bade me to go a-running?o, and follow the path of a gypsy?o
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Seaweed clings to ruby rings on the fingers of my Lady?o
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And the people in the town, they would not look round
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To see me go a-running?o, on the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy?o
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I passed a glade, and took me shade, beneath an Oak so twisty?o
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And a vision I saw as a Crow did "craw"
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No more need I go a-searching?o, one the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy?o
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Seaweed clings to ruby rings on the fingers of my Lady?o
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And the people in the town, they would not look round
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To see me go a-running?o, on the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy?o
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His caravan was a-painted by a hand, that's touched every pebble in the ocean?o
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And the pictures there, they move in thin air
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They're forever a-telling?o, the tales of the Enchanted Gypsy?o
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Seaweed clings to ruby rings, on the fingers of my Lady?o
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And the people in the town, they would not look round
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To see me go a-running?o, to follow the path of a gypsy?o
Outro
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