The Barber’s Song / Golden Helmet

Oh, I am a little barber, and I go my merry way
With my razor and my basin, I can always earn my pay
Though your skin be smooth as satin, you will need me soon, I know
For the Lord protects his barbers and He makes the stubble grow

If I slip while I am shaving, you will cut you to the quick
You can use me as a doctor, for I also heal the sick

Hand it over
But this is nothing but a shaving basin!
Shaving basin? Dost thou not know what this really is?

Now, Golden Helmet of Mambrino
With so illustrious a past
Too long hast thou been lost to glory
But rediscovered now at last

Golden Helmet of Mambrino
There can be no hat like thee
Thee and I now, 'ere I die now
Will make golden history

I can hear the cuckoo singing in the cuckoo-berry tree
If he says that that's a helmet, I suggest that you agree
But he'll find it is not gold and will not make him bold and brave
Well, at least he'll find it useful if he ever needs a shave

Now Golden Helmet of Mambrino
Thy deeds the world will not forget
Now Don Quixote de La Mancha
Will bring thee greater glory yet

Golden Helmet of Mambrino
There can be no hat like thee
Golden Helmet of Mambrino ('Ere I die now)
We'll make golden history