Push for PORTER

The whistling gypsy came over the hill,
Down to the valley so shady;
He whistled and he sang,
Till the green woods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.

Ah di doo ah di doo dah day,
Ah di doo ah de da-a-why
He whistled and he sang,
Till the green woods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.

She left her father's castle gates;
She left her own fond lover,
She left her servants and her estate,
To follow the gypsy rover.

Her father saddled up his fastest steed
roamed the valleys all over
sought his daughter at great speed
and the whistlin' Gypsy Rover

He came unto a mansion fine
down by the river so shady
and there was music and there was wine
for the Gypsy and his lady

"He is no gypsy, my father" she said,
"But lord of these lands over;
With him I'll stay till my dying day,
And follow the gypsy rover"