Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
She was young, she was fair and her long flowing hair
With the wild tints of autumn were laden
And the joy of her tribe is how I would describe
This beautiful Gypsy maiden
Now this fine country squire, found his heart all a fire
On the day that he met her in the Boreen
I will give you command of my riches and my land
If you’ll wed me, my pretty astoreen
Chorus:
Oh, I don’t care a straw for your lands my good sir
Or your mansion of gold truly laden
Oh, I don’t care a straw for your lands my good sir
Said the beautiful Gypsy maiden
Then he showed her his land and the wedding was planned
And he showed her his mansion all over
But this young Gypsy maid was nervous and dismayed
For at heart she was still a Gypsy rover
Chorus:
Oh, I don’t care a straw for your lands my good sir
Or your mansion of gold truly laden
Oh, I don’t care a straw for your lands my good sir
But we’ll wed said the Gypsy maiden
Came the wonderful day, she was lovely and gay
To the church came the tribes all parading
Our fair prize you can’t win, for she’s not your kith or kin
Stay away from the Gypsy maiden
Chorus:
Oh, I don’t care a straw for your lands my good sir
Or your mansion of gold truly laden
Oh, I don’t care a straw for your lands my good sir
And you’ll ne’er wed the Gypsy maiden