Bravely bold Sir Daryl
Rode forth from Prison.
He was not afraid to die,
Oh brave Sir Daryl.
He was not at all afraid
To be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Daryl.
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 Daryl.
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… that’s enough music for now lads,
*** there’s dirty work afoot*** ???.”
Brave Sir Daryl ran away.
Bravely ran away away.
When danger reared it’s ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled.
Yes, brave Sir Daryl turned about
And gallantly he chickened out.
****Bravely**** taking (“I never did!”) to his feet,
He beat a very brave retreat.
Bravest of the braaaave, Sir Daryl!