Not for you, and not for any,
Came I into this man's town—
Barkeep, here's my golden penny,
Come who will and drink it down!
I'm not one to lend and borrow,
I'm not one to overstay—
I shall go alone tomorrow
Whistling, as I came today.
Leave my sword alone, you hussy!
There is blood upon the blade—
Dragon-slaying is a messy
Sort of trade. Put back the blade!
Take my knee and—O you darling!
A man forgets how sweet you are!
Snarling dragons—flowing flagons—
Devil take the morning star!
THE FOOL. Bravo!
THE SAILOR. And there you are! If I do say it myself, I have as good a time as the Prince does. One girl's as nice as another—and maybe nicer, at that. What's a Queen? Can she kiss better than any other girl? I've wondered a bit about it. And the conclusion I've come to is… the conclusion I've come to…
THE FOOL. The conclusion you've come to is—?
THE SAILOR. Right you are. Give me that flagon. That's the stuff. What was I saying? The conclusion I've come to is that the Prince can't have any more fun in three days than any other man. Queen or no Queen. Am I right? Tell me, am I right?
THE FOOL. I wouldn't contradict you….
THE SAILOR. No. Of course you wouldn't. You're a good fellow. You're my friend. Where's that flagon? Ah! And now it's your turn to sing. Sing that little song you sang a while ago. That was a good one. You sing almost as well as I do.