Come all ye, rolling minstrels,
And together we will try
To rouse the spirit of the Earth
And move the rolling sky.
Those that dance will start to dance,
And those don't will stay,
In time to lis' our merry tune,
That we play for you today.
Our fiddle' he just loves to play,
And that's why he plays so good.
And now he plays the violin,
Made out of solid wood.
Possessor of the magic touch,
And no magician he,
Will play for you some magic notes,
Instead, as you will see.
Sound of beating on the drum,
Song behind you'll hear.
And to the rhythm of guitar,
We hope you'll lend an ear.
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.
So, come all ye, rolling minstrels,
And together we will try
To rouse the spirit of the Earth
And move the rolling sky.