JAQUES: Sing it. 'Tis no matter how it be in tune, so it make noise enough.
LORDS (sing): What shall he have that killed the deer?
His leather skin and horns to wear.
Then sing him home; the rest shall bear
Take thou no scorn to wear the horn;
It was a crest ere thou wast born.
Thy father's father wore it,
And thy father bore it.
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.