1    Which is he that killed the deer?

2    Sir, it was I.

3    Let's present him to the duke, like a Roman
4    conqueror; and it would do well to set the deer's
5    horns upon his head, for a branch of victory. Have
6    you no song, forester, for this purpose?

7    Yes, sir.

8    Sing it: 'tis no matter how it be in tune, so it
9    make noise enough.

10   What shall he have that kill'd the deer?
11   His leather skin and horns to wear.
12   Then sing him home;
The rest shall bear this burden
13   Take thou no scorn to wear the horn;
14   It was a crest ere thou wast born:
15   Thy father's father wore it,
16   And thy father bore it:
17   The horn, the horn, the lusty horn
18   Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.