Brave Sir Robin Song, please.

Dave White

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Jun 20, 1991, 1:21:31 AM6/20/91

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Hello out there all you nasty toffee-nosed gits,

I am asking here inthe hope that there exists at least one totally barmy,
loopy, lupin, lukin person that wouldn't mind posting (no make that email
me - I mean .. we wouldn't want to give these malodourous perverts the
satisfaction of reading it, would we ?) the words to the song that is sung
by the bard of The Brave Sir Robin .. before and after his meeting with the
monster (bit like you lot, really).

Thank you *so* much,

And if no-one does, it's just the sort of blinkered philistine pig ignorance
that I've come to expect from you non-creative garbage. You sit there on your
loathesome, spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a tinker's cuss
about a struggling undergraduate. YOU EXCREMENT ! You lousy hypoctrical
whining toadies with your Tony Jacklin golf clubs and your bleeding Masonic
Handshakes.

Me.

(now if that doesn't provoke some sort of reaction ... I give up. :-D )

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Marsha Newbery

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Jun 20, 1991, 7:30:44 PM6/20/91

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Dave "Cleese" White writes:
> Hello out there all you nasty toffee-nosed gits,
>
> I am asking here inthe hope that there exists at least one totally barmy,
> loopy, lupin, lukin person that wouldn't mind posting (no make that email
> me - I mean .. we wouldn't want to give these malodourous perverts the
> satisfaction of reading it, would we ?) the words to the song that is sung
> by the bard of The Brave Sir Robin .. before and after his meeting with the
> monster (bit like you lot, really).
>
> Thank you *so* much,

This is the song as I know it:

Bravely bold sir Robin, brought 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 all 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 penis........

- Robin - That's uh, that's enough music for now lads. Looks like
there's dirty work afoot. etc. (scary music here)

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David Ingebretsen

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Jun 20, 1991, 11:58:59 AM6/20/91

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The song goes like this

(Transcribed from Monty Python and the Holy Grail (Book)
Methuen Inc.
733 third Avenue
New York, NY 10017
ISBN: 0416003419

Highly recommended for a Holy Grail fan. The complete script with
hand written changes, notes, still photos, T. Gilliam cartoons, etc.)

11 EXTERIOR - GLADE - DAY

A KNIGHT is trotting along through a wooden sun-dappled glade,
followed by his trusty PAGE banging the usual half coconuts. As we see
them approach we hear the beautiful lilting sound of medieval music,
and see that the KNIGHT is followed by a small retinue of MUSICIANS in
thirteenth-century courtly costume, on sings, and plays the
tambourine, one bangs at a tabor (a small drum O.E.D) and on plays
upon the pipes.

The KNIGHT looks very proud and firm as we hear the first part of the
song, but the combination of the lyrics and the large signs they pass,
start to have their effect ...

SONG

Bravely good 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

And 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 gouged out,
And his liver removed, and his bowels unplugged,
And his nostrils raped, and his bottom burnt off,
And his penis split ... and his ...

ROBIN

Er, that's ... That's enough music for a while, lads.
It looks as though there's dirty work afoot.

SINGERS

Brave, Sir Rob ...

ROBIN

Shut up.

David

David Ingebretsen
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Graeme Griffiths

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Jun 21, 1991, 5:14:17 AM6/21/91

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Oh my God. They both missed the second bit.

After the encounter with the Three-Headed Knight......

Brave Sir Robin ran away,
Bravely ran away away,

When danger reared its ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled,
Yes brave Sir Robin turned about,
He done a deed, he chickened out,

Bravely leaping to his feet,
He beat a very brave retreat,
Bravely bravely brave Sir Robin.

{Either it gets too quiet to hear here or I can't remember any more}

Add various shouts of "Oooh I never did" "Untrue" and "Oooh all lies" etc

David Ingebretsen

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Jun 21, 1991, 2:14:47 PM6/21/91

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The song goes like this

(Transcribed from Monty Python and the Holy Grail (Book)
Methuen Inc.
733 third Avenue
New York, NY 10017
ISBN: 0416003419

Highly recommended for a Holy Grail fan. The complete script with
hand written changes, notes, still photos, T. Gilliam cartoons, etc.)

11 EXTERIOR - GLADE - DAY

A KNIGHT is trotting along through a wooden sun-dappled glade,
followed by his trusty PAGE banging the usual half coconuts. As we see
them approach we hear the beautiful lilting sound of medieval music,
and see that the KNIGHT is followed by a small retinue of MUSICIANS in
thirteenth-century courtly costume, on sings, and plays the
tambourine, one bangs at a tabor (a small drum O.E.D) and on plays
upon the pipes.

The KNIGHT looks very proud and firm as we hear the first part of the
song, but the combination of the lyrics and the large signs they pass,
start to have their effect ...

SONG

Bravely good 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

And 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 gouged out,
And his liver removed, and his bowels unplugged,
And his nostrils raped, and his bottom burnt off,
And his penis split ... and his ...

ROBIN

Er, that's ... That's enough music for a while, lads.
It looks as though there's dirty work afoot.

SINGERS

Brave, Sir Rob ...

ROBIN

Shut up.

After the dealing with the three headed knight

13 EXTERIOR - GLADE - DAY

Quick sequence of Sir Robin. The music is jolly and bright, as if triumphant.
Robin is not at all happy with the lyrics.

SINGERS

Brave Sir Robin ran away.

ROBIN

I didn't

SINGERS

Bravely ran away, away.

ROBIN

No, no, no

SINGERS

When danger reared its ugly head

He bravely turned his tail and fled.
Yes, brve Sir Robin turned about
And gallantly he chickened out.
Bravely taking to his feet
He beat a very brave retreat.
Bravest of the brave Sir Robin
Petrified of being dead
Soiled his pant then brave Sir Robin
Turned away and fled.

Later, when he meets up with Arthur and Bedevere and the Knight who no
longer say NI ...

SINGERS

Bravely good Sir Robin was not at all afraid
To have his eyballs skewered ...

The see Sir Robin

SINGERS

... and his kidneys burnt and his
nipples skewered off ...

ROBIN holds his hand up for silence

interchange with Arthur then ...

ARTHUR
Where are you going good Sir Robin:

SINGERS

He was going home ... he was giving up,
he was throwing in the sponge.

ROBIN
(to singers)
Shut up! ... and on we go ...

Dave White

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Jun 22, 1991, 2:51:07 AM6/22/91

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If you hadn't noticed, I actually was rather abusive in my first post and I
was rather hoping for some nice, old-fasioned, Silly-name calling.

But as I suspected, you lot really about as useful as a bucket of fingernail
offcuts in a Lobster Mornay. I understand now that you are all a bunch of
nasty, snotty-nosed, pimply-faced, moulding cow-udders.

Now .. I've been resonable up to now ... if someone doesn't call me a string of
silly names, then I'll get _really_ wooshy.

And all you clever-dick's don't bother posting and saying "Oh you're a string
of silly names" because it's pointless. In which case you might as well do it
because this posting is too.

The BBC wishes to .. etc.

Me.

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Kevin Phillips Bong

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Jun 23, 1991, 8:20:27 PM6/23/91

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In article <1991Jun21.1...@javelin.sim.es.com> ding...@imp.es.com (David Ingebretsen) writes:
>In article <1991Jun21....@abekrd.co.uk>, gra...@abekrd.co.uk (Graeme Griffiths) writes:

> * a LONG posting *

.... and they were forced to eat Robin's minstrels

And there was much rejoicing.

Kevin Phillips Bong, slightly silly