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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 bowels unplugged

 And his nostrils raped, and his bottom burned off

 And his penis ...

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 taking to his feet He beat a very brave retreat

Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin

Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin