Текст песни What Do the Simple Folk Do? (Remastered) - Julie Andrews & Richard Burton
                                                GUENEVERE
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                do 
                                                the 
                                                simple 
                                                folk 
                                                do
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                help 
                                                them 
                                                escape 
                                                when 
                                                they′re 
                                                blue?
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                shepard 
                                                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?
 
                                    
                                
                                                ARTHUR
 
                                    
                                
                                                    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
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                that's 
                                                what 
                                                simple 
                                                folk 
                                                do
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                they 
                                                say
 
                                    
                                
                                                GUENEVERE
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                whistle?
 
                                    
                                
                                                ARTHUR
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                they 
                                                say
 
                                    
                                
                                                (They 
                                                whistle 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                while)
 
                                    
                                
                                                GUENEVERE
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                else 
                                                do 
                                                the 
                                                simple 
                                                folk 
                                                do
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                pluck 
                                                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?
 
                                    
                                
                                                ARTHUR
 
                                    
                                
                                                Once, 
                                                upon 
                                                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 
                                                spirits 
                                                rise
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                that′s 
                                                what 
                                                simple 
                                                folk 
                                                do
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                surmise
 
                                    
                                
                                                GUENEVERE
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                sing?
 
                                    
                                
                                                ARTHUR
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                surmise
 
                                    
                                
                                                BOTH
 
                                    
                                
                                                Arise, 
                                                my 
                                                love, 
                                                arise, 
                                                my 
                                                love
 
                                    
                                
                                                Apollo′s 
                                                lighting 
                                                the 
                                                skies, 
                                                my 
                                                love
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                meadows 
                                                shine 
                                                with 
                                                columbine
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                daffodils 
                                                blossom 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hear 
                                                Venus 
                                                call 
                                                to 
                                                one 
                                                and 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                taste 
                                                delight 
                                                while 
                                                you 
                                                may
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                world 
                                                is 
                                                bright 
                                                and 
                                                all 
                                                is 
                                                right
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                life 
                                                is 
                                                merry 
                                                and 
                                                gay
 
                                    
                                
                                                GUENEVERE
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                else 
                                                do 
                                                the 
                                                simple 
                                                folk 
                                                do?
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                must 
                                                have 
                                                    a 
                                                system 
                                                or 
                                                two
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                obviously 
                                                outshine 
                                                us 
                                                at 
                                                turning 
                                                tears 
                                                to 
                                                mirth
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                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?
 
                                    
                                
                                                ARTHUR
 
                                    
                                
                                                Often, 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                told, 
                                                they 
                                                dance 
                                                    a 
                                                fiery 
                                                dance
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                whirl 
                                                ′till 
                                                they're 
                                                completely 
                                                uncontrolled
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soon 
                                                the 
                                                mind 
                                                is 
                                                blank 
                                                and 
                                                oh, 
                                                they′re 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                trance
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                violent 
                                                trance 
                                                astounding 
                                                to 
                                                behold
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                that's 
                                                what 
                                                simple 
                                                folk 
                                                do
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                I′m 
                                                told
 
                                    
                                
                                                GUENEVERE
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                dance?
 
                                    
                                
                                                ARTHUR
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                I'm 
                                                told
 
                                    
                                
                                                (They 
                                                dance)
 
                                    
                                
                                                GUENEVERE
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                else 
                                                do 
                                                the 
                                                simple 
                                                folk 
                                                do
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                help 
                                                them 
                                                escape 
                                                when 
                                                they're 
                                                blue?
 
                                    
                                
                                                ARTHUR
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                sit 
                                                around 
                                                and 
                                                wonder 
                                                what 
                                                royal 
                                                folk 
                                                would 
                                                do
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                that′s 
                                                what 
                                                simple 
                                                folk 
                                                do
 
                                    
                                
                                                GUENEVERE
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Spoken)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                no, 
                                                really?
 
                                    
                                
                                                ARTHUR
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                it 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                best 
                                                authority.
 
                                    
                                
                                                BOTH
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Sung)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yes, 
                                                that′s 
                                                what 
                                                simple 
                                                folk 
                                                do
 
                                    
                                 
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30 Where'er You Walk (Remastered)
31 Canterbury Fair (Remastered)
32 These Precious Things (Remastered)
33 Tally-Ho! (Remastered)
34 The Lass With the Delicate Air (Remastered)
35 Pedro, The Fisherman (Remastered)
36 To a Wild Rose (Remastered)
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38 Matelot (Remastered)
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