You are just about to shout and wave your hands for a chance to take the stage, but a man nearer the front is chosen first. You take a deep breath and render him polite applause along with the rest of the crowd as he ascends the makeshift stage. All in good time.
The man, who looks a farmhand about ten years your senior, smooths out his sleeves and chuckles into his hands as the Duke's servant makes merry with him. The soldier blows his buisine and, with an understandable hint of nerves, the farmhand begins to sing:
"Well, I have a babe with copper curls
And naught but a pair of teeth
So imagine thou my wonder when
He ate a side of beef!"
You nod appreciatively at the choice of song as the crowd whoops and laughs and begins to stomp their feet in time. The playful tune is brisk and in comfortable range, and the character of the bewildered father suits the man well.