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Bravely bold Sir Roch, rode forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die, O Brave Sir Roch.
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Roch!
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 Roch!
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...

Praise the Sun!

When danger reared it's ugly head he bravely turned his tail and fled. Yes, Brave Sir Roch turned about and gallantly he chickened out