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I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people got no fixed abode with nomads I am numbered country lanes and bye ways were always my ways I never fancied being lumbered Well we knew the woods and all the resting places the small birds sang when winter time was over then we'd pack our load and be on the road they were good old times for the rover In the open ground where a man could linger stay a week or two for time was not your master then away you'd jog with your horse and dog nice and easy no need to go faster

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