I Am A Freeborn Man

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I'm a freeborn man of the travellin' people
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Got no fixed abode, as nomads we are numbered
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Country lanes and byways were always my ways
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I never fancied bein' longer

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I know all the woods and the resting places
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And the small birds sang when winter days were over
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Then I'd pack my load and be on the road
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Those were good old days for a rover

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Now I've known life hard and I've had it easy
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And I've cursed the life when winter days were dawning
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But I've laughed and sung through the whole night long
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Seen the summer sunrise in the morning

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All you freeborn men of the travellin' people
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All you tinkers, rolling stones or gypsy rovers
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Winds of change are blowin', old ways are going
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Your ramblin' days will soon be over