[Verse 1]
I'm a free born man of the travelling people
I've got no fixed abode, with nomads I am lumbered
Country lanes and byways were always my ways
I've never fancied being numbered

[Verse 2]
I knew all the woods and the resting places
Where the small birds sang when winter days were over
Then along the road with my mighty load
These were good old days for the rover

[Bridge]
A diddle da diddle dum
A diddle da diddle diddly diddle dum
A diddle da diddle da diddle dum
A diddle da diddle diddly diddle dum

A diddle da diddle dum
A diddle da diddle diddly diddle dum
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A diddle da diddle diddly diddle dum

[Verse 3]
There were many spots where a man could linger
For a week or two, when time was not his master
Then along I'd jog with my horse and dog
Nice and easy, no need to go faster
[Verse 4]
Come all you free born men of the travelling people
Come every tinker, rolling stone or gypsy rover
The winds of change are blowing, old ways are going
Your rambling days will soon be over