Biography:
Thomas "Tommy" Makem (November 4, 1932 – August 1, 2007) was an internationally celebrated Irish folk musician, artist, poet and storyteller. He was best known as a member of The Clancy Brothers And Tommy Makem during the 1950s and 60s. He played the long-necked 5-string banjo, guitar, tin whistle, and bagpipes, and sang in a distinctive baritone. He was sometimes known as "The Bard of Armagh" (taken from a traditional song of the same name) and "The Godfather of Irish Music".
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#003
{title:The Whistling Gypsy}
{st:Tommy Makem}
The G[G]ypsy R[D]over came [G]over the h[D]ill,
D[G]own through the v[D]alley so s[G]hady[D].
He wh[G]istled and he s[D]ang 'till the gr[G]eenwoods r[C]ang,
And [G]he won the H[D]eart of A [G]lad[C]y. [G] [D7]
{C:Chorus:}
Ah-di-do, ah-di-do ah-dey,
Ah-di-do, ah-di dey-o,
He whistled and he sang 'till the greenwoods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.
She left her father's castle gate,
She left her own true lover,
She left her servants and her estate
To follow the Gypsy Rover.
{C:Chorus.}
Her father saddled his fastest steed,
Roamed the valley all over,
Sought his daughter at great speed,
And the whistling Gypsy Rover.
{C:Chorus.}
He came at last to a mansion fine,
Down by the river Calyde,
And there was music and there was wine
For the Gypsy and his lady.
{C:Chorus.}
"He's no gypsy, my father," she said,
"But lord of the freelands all over,
And I will stay 'till my dying day
With my whistling Gypsy Rover.
{C:Chorus.}
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# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
# by Steve Putz
# 7 September 1992
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
#003
{title:The Whistling Gypsy}
{st:Tommy Makem}
The G[G]ypsy R[D]over came [G]over the h[D]ill,
D[G]own through the v[D]alley so s[G]hady[D].
He wh[G]istled and he s[D]ang 'till the gr[G]eenwoods r[C]ang,
And [G]he won the H[D]eart of A [G]lad[C]y. [G] [D7]
{C:Chorus:}
Ah-di-do, ah-di-do ah-dey,
Ah-di-do, ah-di dey-o,
He whistled and he sang 'till the greenwoods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.
She left her father's castle gate,
She left her own true lover,
She left her servants and her estate
To follow the Gypsy Rover.
{C:Chorus.}
Her father saddled his fastest steed,
Roamed the valley all over,
Sought his daughter at great speed,
And the whistling Gypsy Rover.
{C:Chorus.}
He came at last to a mansion fine,
Down by the river Calyde,
And there was music and there was wine
For the Gypsy and his lady.
{C:Chorus.}
"He's no gypsy, my father," she said,
"But lord of the freelands all over,
And I will stay 'till my dying day
With my whistling Gypsy Rover.
{C:Chorus.}
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# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
# by Steve Putz
# 7 September 1992
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