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What Do The Simple Folk Do?

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What do the simple folk do

To help them escape when they're blue?

The shepherd who is ailing

The milkmaid who is glum

The cobbler who is wailing

From nailing his thumb

When they're beset and besieged

The folk not noblessly obliged

However, do they manage

To shed their weary lot?

Oh, what do simple folk do

We do not?

I have been informed

By those who know them well

They find relief in quite a clever way

When they're sorely pressed

They whistle for a spell

And whistling seems to brighten up their day

So, that's what simple folk do

So they say

So they say

Stop!

You are terrible at whistling

I'm a beginner

I just need practice and encouragement

The very last thing you should have is encouragement

What else do the simple folk do?

To perk up the heart and get through

The wee folk and the grown folk

Who wander to and fro

Have ways known to their own folk

We throne folk don't know

When all the doldrums begin

What keeps each of them in his skin?

What ancient native custom

Provides the needed glow?

Oh, what do simple folk do?

Do you know?

Once along the road

I came upon a lad

Singing in a voice three times his size

When I asked him why

He told me he was sad

And singing always made his spirit rise

And that's what simple folk do

I surmise

I surmise

Arise, my love

Arise, my love

Apollo's lighting the skies, my love

The meadows shine with columbine

And daffodils blossom away

You have a very pretty singing voice

Thank you

My father used to say I sang like an angel

Who'd been blessed with a particularly pretty singing voice

I meant relative to your whistling, but sure

What else do the simple folk do?

They must have a system or two

They obviously outshine us

At turning tears to mirth

Have tricks a royal highness

Is minus from birth

What then, I wonder, do they

To chase all the goblins away

They have some tribal sorcery

You haven't mentioned yet

Oh, what do simple folk do

To forget?

Often, I am told they dance a fiery dance

And whirl 'til they're completely uncontrolled

Soon the mind is blank

And all are in a trance

A violent trance astounding to behold

So, that's what simple folk do

So, I'm told

What else do the simple folk-? (Genny)

Your Majesty

They sit around and wonder

What royal folk would do

And that's what simple folk do

Yes, I suppose so

Yes, that's what simple folk do