The horn, the horn, the lusty horn

  • song for voice and piano

  • Duration 2'

Words

by William Shakespeare

Text

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)

Categories

vocal - solo voice with piano.