"There must be some kind of way out of here, "Said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.Business men – they drink my winePlowmen dig my earthNone of them along the lineKnow what any of it is worth.""No reason to get excited, "The thief – he kindly spoke, "There are many here among usWho feel that life is but a jokeBut you and I we've Bunn through thatAnd this is not our fateSo let us not talk falsely nowThe hour's getting late."All along the watchtowerPrincess kept their viewWhile all the women came and wentBare-foot servants tooOutside in the cold distanceA wild cat did growlTwo riders were approachingAnd the wind began to howl, hey.
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