Brave Sir Robin
Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die,
O 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 bowels unplugged
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off
And his pen
Robin: That's... that's... er... enough music for now lads.
Looks like there's dirty work afoot
Corajoso Sir Robin
Corajosamente, o valente Sir Robin partiu de Camelot.
Ele não tinha medo de morrer,
Ó corajoso Sir Robin.
Ele não tinha medo nenhum de ser morto de maneiras cruéis,
Corajoso, corajoso, corajoso, corajoso Sir Robin!
Ele não estava nem um pouco assustado de ser amassado em um purê,
Ou de ter os olhos arrancados e os cotovelos quebrados,
De ter os joelhos estourados e o corpo queimado
E os membros todos cortados e desfigurados, corajoso Sir Robin!
A cabeça esmagada e o coração arrancado
E o fígado removido e as entranhas desconectadas
E as narinas dilaceradas e a bunda queimada
E a caneta
Robin: Isso... isso... é... chega de música por agora, rapazes.
Parece que tem coisa suja acontecendo.