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 all his limbs 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 burnt off and his penis...



He is brave Sir Robin,

Brave Sir Robin who...

To fight and...............



Brave Sir Robin ran away

Bravely, ran away...away...

When danger reared its ugly head

He bravely turned his tail and fled



Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about

And gallantly he chickened out

Bravely talking to his feet

He beat a very brave retreat

Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin