Raconteur Troubadour

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