The horn, the horn, the lusty horn
song for voice and piano
- Duration 2'
What shall he have, that kill'd the deer?
His leather skin, and horns to wear.
Then sing him home.
Take thou no scorn, to wear the horn;
It was a crest ere thou wast born.
Thy father's father wore it,
And thy father bore it;
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn,
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
As You Like It (Act 4, Scene 2)