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 burnt off.
And his pe- "Lads! That's enough singing for no lads..."
Brave Sir Robin ran away. "No!" Bravely ran away, away. "I didn't!"
When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled "No!"
Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about, "I didn't!!" and gallantly, he chickened out.
Bravely taking to his feet, "I never did!" he beat a very brave retreat. "Oh lies!" Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin! "I never!"
"One, Two, Five!"
"Three, sir!"
"Three!"
"No, I can defeat them! There's only 150 of them. Yes, yes, he'll beat us easy!"
"We have found a witch! May we burn her!?"
"How do you know she is a witch?"
"Well, she looks like one!"
"I'm not a witch, I'm not a witch!"
"But, you are dressed as one."
"They dressed me up like this!"
"Lies, lies!"
"Now, now, there are ways of telling if she is a witch."
"Are there? There are?"
"What do we burn apart from witches?"
"More witches! Um... wood!"
"So, why do witches burn?"
"Um... because... they're... made of wood?"
"Good!"
"Now, how do we tell if she is made of wood."
"Build a bridge out of her!"
Hehe, maybe I got carried away

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Most of this is from memory, so I probably got some things wrong

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