No, that's not the one. Let me see. Ah, now I've got it. Listen.
(_Sings_)
Blue eyes, grey eyes, green-and-gold eyes,
Eyes that question, doubt, deny,
Sudden-flashing, cold, hard, bold eyes,
Here's your answer: I am I!
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.