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    31 year ago

    Bravely bold Sir Robin

    Rode forth from Camelot.

    He was not afraid to die,

    Oh brave Sir Robin.

    He was not at all afraid

    To be killed in nasty ways.

    Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin.

    He was not in the least bit scared

    To be mashed into a pulp.

    Or to have his eyes gouged out,

    And his elbows broken.

    To have his kneecaps split

    And his body burned away,

    And his limbs all hacked and mangled

    Brave Sir Robin.

    His head smashed in

    And his heart cut out

    And his liver removed

    And his bowls unplugged

    And his nostrils raped

    And his bottom burnt off

    And his penis

    “That’s, that’s enough music for now lads, there’s dirty work afoot.”

    Brave Sir Robin ran away.

    (“No!”)

    Bravely ran away away.

    (“I didn’t!”)

    When danger reared it’s ugly head,

    He bravely turned his tail and fled.

    (“I never!”)

    Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about

    And gallantly he chickened out.

    (“You’re lying!”)

    Swiftly taking to his feet,

    He beat a very brave retreat.

    Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin!