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 raped and his bottom burned off
    And his pen--

[then...]

MINSTREL:  [singing]  Brave Sir Robin ran away,
ROBIN:  No!
MINSTREL:  [singing]  Bravely ran away, away.
ROBIN:  I didn't!
MINSTREL:  [singing]  When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned
    his tail and fled.
ROBIN:  No!
MINSTREL:  [singing]  Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about
ROBIN:  I didn't!
MINSTREL:  [singing]  And gallantly, he chickened out.  Bravely taking to
    his feet,
ROBIN:  I never did!
MINSTREL:  [singing]  He beat a very brave retreat,
ROBIN:  All lies!
MINSTREL:  [singing]  Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin.
ROBIN:  I never!

[much later...]

MINSTREL:  [singing]  He is packing it in and packing it up
    And sneaking away and buggering up
    And chickening out and pissing off home,
    Yes, bravely he is throwing in the sponge.