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,
SNIP
(Later, when Robin meets up with King Arthur)
MINSTREL (singing): Packing it in and packing it up
And sneaking away and buggering off
And chickening out and pissing off home
Yes, bravely he is throwing in the sponge
Barave Sir Robin in full denial slinking in to join King Arthur and go, darting his eyes head down
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