| You all have seen the vagabond
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| as he went singing in the dawn
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| without a worry in the world
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| I’ve never seen a gipsy who
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| Could be a gipsy through and through
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| and have a worry in the world
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| All merry men are minstrels then
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| Who keep their troubles locked inside
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| And don’t inflict them on the world
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| Isn’t there something to be said
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| For leaving your troubles home in bed
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| And never taking them to the road
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| The sailor cruising into town
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| Is not afraid to be a clown
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| without a worry in the world
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| No cowboy with an ounce of pride
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| Will mount his horse and ride
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| and have a worry in the world
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| All merry men are minstrels then
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| Who keep their troubles locked inside
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| And don’t inflict them on the world
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| Isn’t there something to be said
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| For leaving your troubles home in bed
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| And never taking them to the road
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| If I must love then let me love
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| As thought I’ve never loved before
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| without a worry in the world
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| If I must go then let me go And only gently close the door
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| All merry men are minstrels then
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| Who keep their troubles locked inside
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| And don’t inflict them on the world
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| Isn’t there something to be said
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| for having had someone instead
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| of never have had any at all
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| Without a worry in the world
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| without a worry in the world
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| Yes I’ve got troubles of my own
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| I’ll try to solve them all alone
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| I won’t inflict them on the world |