| GUENEVERE
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| What do the simple folk do To help them escape when they’re blue?
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| The shepard who is ailing, the milkmaid who is glum
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| The cobbler who is wailing from nailing his thumb
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| When they’re beset and besieged
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| The folk not noblessly obliged
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| However do they manage to shed their weary lot?
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| Oh, what do simple folk do we do not?
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| ARTHUR
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| I have been informed by those who know them well
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| They find relief in quite a clever way
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| When they’re sorely pressed, they whistle for a spell
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| And whistling seems to brighten up their day
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| And that’s what simple folk do So they say
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| GUENEVERE
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| They whistle?
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| ARTHUR
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| So they say
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| (they whistle for a while)
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| GUENEVERE
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| What else do the simple folk do To pluck up the heart and get through?
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| The wee folk and the grown folk
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| Who wander to and fro
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| Have ways known to their own folk
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| We throne folk don’t know
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| When all the doldrums begin
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| What keeps each of them in his skin?
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| What ancient native custom provides the needed glow?
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| Oh, what do simple folk do?
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| Do you know?
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| ARTHUR
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| Once, upon the road, I came upon a lad
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| Singing in a voice three times his size
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| When I asked him why, he told me he was sad
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| And singing always made his spirits rise
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| And that’s what simple folk do I surmise
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| GUENEVERE
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| They sing?
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| ARTHUR
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| I surmise
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| BOTH
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| Arise, my love, arise, my love
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| Apollo’s lighting the skies, my love
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| The meadows shine with columbine
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| And daffodils blossom away
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| Hear Venus call to one and all
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| And taste delight while you may
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| The world is bright and all is right
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| And life is merry and gay
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| GUENEVERE
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| What else do the simple folk do?
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| They must have a system or two
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| They obviously outshine us at turning tears to mirth
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| And tricks a royal highness is minus from birth
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| What, then, I wonder, do they
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| To chase all the goblins away?
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| They have some tribal sorcery you haven’t mentioned yet
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| Oh, what do simple folk do to forget?
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| ARTHUR
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| Often, I am told, they dance a fiery dance
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| And whirl 'till they’re completely uncontrolled
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| Soon the mind is blank and oh, they’re in a trance
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| A violent trance astounding to behold
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| And that’s what simple folk do So I’m told
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| GUENEVERE
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| They dance?
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| ARTHUR
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| So I’m told
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| (they dance)
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| GUENEVERE
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| What else do the simple folk do To help them escape when they’re blue?
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| ARTHUR
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| They sit around and wonder what royal folk would do And that’s what simple folk do GUENEVERE
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| (spoken)
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| Oh, no, really?
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| ARTHUR
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| I have it on the best authority.
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| BOTH
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| (sung)
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| Yes, that’s what simple folk do |