My motley suit of armour is quite a bonny thing,
and I feel well protected the while I joke and sing.
I am the entertainer, the fool, the bard, the clown.
My face is never showing if I feel weak or down.

The word can be my weapon, the word it is my art.
It renders food for thinking, and it can touch your heart.
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Come rest against my shoulder,
The sun is setting soon.
So I can count the stars for you
And we can watch the moon.

I know that you are weary.
Not easy is the road.
So rest against my shoulder,
Lay down your heavy load.

No, I can't take your burden
And carry it away.
But I can lend a hand, dear,
To hold you when you sway.

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