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 pen— 

That’s enough music for now lads…