19 May 2011

Song for the day.

And now for something different. Courtesy of Carmen, a little song to while away this delightful May afternoon down here in the land of Wilkes:

The Lay of the Brave Sir Robin.
MINSTREL (singing):

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 ripped and his bottom burned off,
And his penis--

Here, the manuscript breaks off.

Mercifullly. From Carminae sacrae Britonorum de Radulfo lama glama admiratione, ms 144a, fol. 76 r, coll. pythonis.

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