Come all ye rolling minstrels,

And together we will try

To rouse the spirit of the air

And move the rolling sky.



Those that dance will start to dance

And those who don't will sway

In time to this our merry tune

That we play for you today.



Chorus:

So come all ye rolling minstrels

And together we will try

To rouse the spirit of the air

And move the rolling sky.



Our fiddler, he just loves to play

And that's why he plays so good.

And now he plays a violin

Made out of solid wood.



(chorus)



Possessor of the magic touch,

But no magician, he

Will play for you some magic notes

Instead as you will see.



(chorus)



The sound of beating on the drums

From behind you hear,

And to the rhythm of guitar

We hope you'll lend an ear.



(chorus)



Well, the man who plays the bass does make

Those low notes that you hear.

And the high notes come from you and me

For we will sing so clear.



(chorus)




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