Текст песни Barber Song (2021 Digimix Remaster) - Avery Saltzman , Ron Raines

Oh, I am a little barber
And I go my merry way

Someone approaches

With my razor and my scissors

I can always a knife make

Just an ordinary traveler

No cuttin' you, no cuttin' you
The second you will meet the final blow

But see what he wears upon his head
Get me to a place of hiding, Sancho

Oh, The Lord protects his barbers
And he makes the stubble grow
If I slip when I am shaving you
And cut you to the quick
You can use me as a doctor
'Cause I also heal the sick

By the beard of Saint Anthony
I could swear I see before me a knight in full armor
That's ridiculous, there aren't any knights
I was wrong, oh, forgive me, your worship
I thought I'd been touched by the sun

Thou will be touched by far worse
If thou dost not speedily hand over that Golden Helmet

Golden Helmet?

What Golden Helmet?
That Golden Helmet

Why, this is a shaving basin

Shaving basin?

I must say, your grace, it does look like a shaving basin
Of course, you see, I'm a barber
A barber?
I ply my trade from village to village
And I was wearing this on my head
To ward off the rays of the sun
So that's how your highship made the mistake of-

Silence!
Know thou what this really is?
The Golden Helmet of Mambrino
When worn by one of noble heart
It renders him invulnerable to all wounds
Misbegotten knave
Where didst thou steal it?

I didn't steal it

Hand it over

But it cost me half a crown

Hand it over or I shall-

It is worth half a crown