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
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the story-telling half.
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There's no other chance,
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Always move on
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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
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The story-telling half.
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There's no other chance.
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Always move on
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Raconteur-Troubadour.
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Raconteur Troubadour
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| Gentle Giant |
