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My Dname is Jan the gFypsy I Ctravel the land.D There aDre no chains aFbout me I Cam me own man.D I can Dtell a fair old Dstory which I'm sFure ain't no surCprise Of the A#places CI have Fbeen, oGh, And they aA#in't no lFies.
I've never had a proper home, Not one like yours is. I've nearly always had a caravan With 'orses. And I know you won't believe me Though it is the truth to tell That the living it is hard, oh, But it suits me well. I am a traveler of the seas, I am a sailor. The ocean has been good to me, She ain't no jailor. I can tell a fair old story which I'm sure ain't no surprise Of the places I have sailed, oh, And they ain't no lies. I've never had a garden, Or a place with windows. I stand upon the salty deck, And feel the wind blow. And I know you won't believe me Though it is the truth to tell That the living it is hard, oh, But it suits me well. My mother was a fireeater, 'Fore she desert us. So when I was only seven years old I joined the circus. And I can tell a fair old story which I'm sure ain't no surprise Of the places we have played, oh, And it ain't no lies. I've never had no money, And no hope to get none. I can always get a penny, When there is good reason. And I know you won't believe me Though it is the truth to tell That the living it is hard, oh, But it suits me well.