Gypsy girl, oh twisty pearl, sat upon the stoney pale mare Beltane Eve, by the fires you grieve, with your deep Babalonian hair Chorus Blessed wild apple girl move along now Blessed wild apple girl move along now Blessed wild apple girl 2. Gypsy girl, oh twisty girl, your hands all dangles with flowers Tangled torn, so stately born, for a throne in the halls of Ireland Chorus 3. Fools have said, the hills are dead, but her nose is a rose of the Shee A silver sword by an ancient ford, was my gift from this child of the trees Chorus Chorus last time Blessed wild apple girl move along now Blessed wild apple girl move along now Blessed wild apple girl move along now Blessed wild apple girl move along now Blessed wild apple girl Blessed wild apple girl Blessed wild apple girl