Barbers Song



DON QUIXOTE
Someone approaches!

SANCHO
Just an ordinary traveler

DON QUIXOTE
(pointing off)
But see what he wears upon his head
Get thee to a place of hiding, Sancho

SANCHO
Oh, dear!

BARBER
(from a distance)
Oh, I am a little barber
And I go my merry way
With my razor and my leeches
I can always earn my pay

Though your chin be smooth as satin,
You will need me soon I know
For the Lord protects his barbers,
And He makes the stubble grow

If I slip when I am shaving you
And cut you to the quick,
You can use me as a doctor
'Cause I also heal the sick







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