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time ago when I was young,
they used to be great bands
of tinkers
or gypsies would come through our place
and it always seemed to me
the most romantic possible
kind of a life.
You know the caravans,
or the caravans
with the horses heads painted on the side,
and the old characters leaning over the
half door of it with the pipe,
and a clatter of dogs
running along under the wagons.
Fifteen or twenty piebald ponies behind,
you know.
the passing of the romantic age
of the travelling people.
It's called I'm a Freeborn Man
I'm a freeborn man
Got no fixed abode
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were always my ways.
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I never fancied being number.
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Oh, we knew the woods
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Those were good old days for a rover
For a week or two per time
Now I've known life hard
And I've cursed the life
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Seen the summer sun rise in the morning
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All you free -born men,
Every tinker,
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your traveling days will soon be over.
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