| Gather round the village square
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| Come good people both wretched and fair.
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| See the troubadour play on the drum
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| Hear my songs on the lute that I strum.
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| I will make you laugh,
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| Revel, Merry-dance.
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| Throw your pennies, then you’ll hear
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| more of the story-telling half.
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| There’s no other chance,
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| Always move on Raconteur, troubadour.
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| Take the face that you see for the man,
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| Clown and minstrel, I am what I am.
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| All my family, not of my kin.
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| Home, wherever, the place that I’m in.
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| Humors give me wage,
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| Favors for my art.
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| Rising, falling
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| Everyone struggle on.
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| All the world’s a stage
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| All can play their part.
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| I have chosen
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| Raconteur, troubadour.
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| Dusk is drawing my story is spun,
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| Dawn is falling my day’s work is done.
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| Morning, rested I set on my way.
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| Find new faces to offer my play.
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| I will make you laugh,
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| Revel, Merry-dance.
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| Throw your pennies, then you’ll hear
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| more of The story-telling half.
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| There’s no other chance.
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| Always move on Raconteur-Troubadour. |