| Come all ye rolling minstrels,
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| And together we will try
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| To rouse the spirit of the air
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| And move the rolling sky.
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| Those that dance will start to dance
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| And those who don’t will sway
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| In time to this our merry tune
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| That we play for you today.
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| So come all ye rolling minstrels
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| And together we will try
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| To rouse the spirit of the air
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| And move the rolling sky.
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| Our fiddler, he just loves to play
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| And that’s why he plays so good.
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| And now he plays a violin
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| Made out of solid wood.
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| Possessor of the magic touch,
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| But no magician, he Will play for you some magic notes
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| Instead as you will see.
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| The sound of beating on the drums
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| From behind you hear,
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| And to the rhythm of guitar
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| We hope you’ll lend an ear.
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| Well, the man who plays the bass does make
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| Those low notes that you hear.
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| And the high notes come from you and me For we will sing so clear. |