We Are the Roving Minstrels (Graeme Miles) We are the roving minstrels and tonight we've dropped in to weave you our music and a song all to spin to weave you our music as only we do And we hope that our choruses please you Please you, please you. And we hope that our choruses please you please you, please you, And we hope that our choruses please you. Well I am the fiddler I'll have you to know My music is ready, I've rosined me bow Me music is ready, me strings are well tuned And I hope that my fiddlin' will please you, please you, please you And I hope that my fiddlin' will please you, please you, please you And I hope that my fiddlin' will please you Well I am the whistler with me flute and me fife I can play me notes cleaner than the blade of a knife I can play me notes high, I can play me notes low And I hope that my whistlin' will please you Please you, please you And I hope that my whistlin' will please you please you, please you And I hope that my whistlin' will please you. Well I am the singer of songs of great charm I sing them so sweetly, I soothe like a balm I sing them so high, I sing them so low And I hope that my choruses please you please you, please you And I hope that my choruses please you please you, please you. And I hope that my choruses please you. We are the roving minstrels by one two and three We'll sing you merry music, as soon you will see We'll sing you merry music, as only we do And we hope that our choruses please you please you please you And we hope that our choruses please you please you please you And we hope that our choruses please you. Copyright Graeme Miles DC
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