[singing]

There was a rich man from Nottingham who tried to cross a river. What a dope, he tripped on a rope. Now look at him shiver! Beg for mercy, rich man!

I beg of no man.

Well, this here is out river, and any man that wishes to cross must pay a tax.

I'll pay no tax, as you can see I have nothing, not even my sword.

Bollocks! Any man who travels with two servants and claims that he's got no bloody money, is either a fool or a liar.

Yeah, he's a liar!