Camelot: What Do the Simple Folk Do?

What do the simple folk do
 To help them escape when they're blue?
 The shepherd 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?
 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
 They just whistle?
 So they say
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 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?
 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
 They... sing?
 I surmise.
 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
 Come taste delight while you may
 The world is bright and all is right
 And life is merry and gay
 What else do the simple folk do?
 They must have a system or two
 They obviously outshine us at turning tears to mirth
 Have 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?
 Often, I am told, they dance a fiery dance
 And whirl till they're completely uncontrolled
 Soon the mind is blank and all are in a trance
 A violent trance astounding to behold
 And that's what simple folk do, so I'm told
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 Dance, Arthur! Faster, my love!
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 What else do the simple folk do?
 To help them escape when they're blue?
 They sit around and wonder what royal folk would do
 And that's what simple folk do...
 Oh, no, really?
 I have it on the best authority
 And that's... what simple folk do...