The lusty horn

  • song for voice and piano

  • Duration 2'


by William Shakespeare


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)