Move final scores to "scores" directory

src/scores/clarinet-solo/feed-the-birds.ly

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+\include "globals.ly"
+
+\header {
+    title = "Feed the Birds"
+    composer = "by Richard & Robert Sherman"
+}
+
+melody = \relative c'' {
+    \tempo 4 = 60
+    \time 3/4
+    \key g \major
+    
+    b4 c b       | a2 g8 a         | b4 c b        | b2.         |
+    b4 c b       | a2 g8 fs        | e4 fs g       | fs2 fs4     |
+    e fs g       | fs e ds e2.(    | e4) r g8 a    | b4 c b      |
+    a2 g8 fs     | d4 fs g         | fs2.          | e2 fs8 e    |
+    ds2 b8 fs'   | e2.(            | e4) r r       | d4 c'4. c8  |
+    c8 d c2      | c4 b4. as8      | b2.           | d,4 c' c    |
+    c2 d8 c      | b2.(            | b4) r b       | b4 c b      |
+    a4 g4. fs8   | e4 fs g         | fs2 g8 fs     | e2 e4       |
+    ds8 b4. fs'4 | e2.(            | d2) r4        | g,2( g8) b  |
+    d2.          | e8 g4.( g8) e   | d2.           | e8 g4.( g4) |
+    b8 g4.( g4)  | g8 fs4.( fs8) g | a2 r4         |
+    g,2( g8) b   | d2.             | e4 g4. e8     | d2.         |
+    e4 g4. e8    | d2 g4           | fs2 g8 a      | g4 r g8 fs  |
+    e2 ds8 e     | b'4 a4. fs8     | e2 ds8 e      | fs4 b,4. b8 |
+    e2 ds8 e     | b'2 fs4         | g2.(          | g4) r g     |
+    g4 fs g      | d'4 c4. a8      | g2 fs8 g      | a4 d,4. a'8 |
+    b2 c8 b      | a2 g8 fs        | e2.(          | d2) r4      |
+    g,2( g8) b   | d2 d4           | e8 g4.( g8) e | d2.         |
+    e8 g4.( g4)  | b8 g4.( g8) g   | g4 fs g       | a2.         |
+    g,2( g8) b   | d2.             | e8 g4.( g8) a | b2.         |
+    b8 g4.( g4)  | b8 g4.( g4)     | b8 g4.( g8) a | g2.\fermata \bar "|."
+}
+
+words = \lyricmode {
+    _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
+    Ear -- ly each day to the steps of Saint Paul’s the lit -- tle old bird wo -- man comes.
+    In her own spe -- cial way to the peo -- ple she calls, “Come, buy my bags full of crumbs.”
+    Come feed the lit -- tle birds, show them you care, and you’ll be glad if you do.
+    Their young ones are hun -- gry their nests are so bare; all it takes is tup -- pence from you.
+    Feed the birds, tup -- pence a bag, tup -- pence, tup -- pence, tup -- pence a bag.
+    “Feed the birds,” that’s what she cries, while o -- ver -- head, her birds fill the skies.
+    All a -- round the ca -- the -- dral the saints and a -- pos -- tles look down as she sells her wares.
+    Al -- though you can't see it, you know they are smi -- ling each time some -- one shows that he cares.
+    Though her words are sim -- ple and few, lis -- ten, lis -- ten, she's call -- ing to you:
+    “Feed the birds, tup -- pence a bag, tup -- pence, tup -- pence, tup -- pence a bag.”
+}
+
+\book {
+    \score {
+        \new Staff \with {
+            instrumentName = "Clarinet"
+        } {
+            \melody
+
+            \addlyrics {
+                \set fontSize = #-2
+                \words
+            }
+        }
+    }
+}