.I am a freeborn man of the traveling people
Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered
Country lanes and byways were always my ways
Never fancied being lumbered
O we knew the woods, all the resting places
And the small birds sang when wintertime was over>
Then we'd pac.
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