As You Like It, Act 4, Scene 2

The forest.

Enter Jaques, Lords and Foresters.

Jaq. Which is he that kill'd the deer?
Lord. Sir, it was I.
Jaq. Let's present him to the Duke like a Roman conqueror; and it would do well to set the deer's horns upon his head, for a branch of victory. Have you no song, forester, for this purpose?
For. Yes, sir.
Jaq. Sing it: 'tis no matter how it be in tune, so it make noise enough.

[Song]

For. What shall he have that kill'd the deer?
His leather skin and horns to wear.
Then sing him home:

[The rest shall bear this burden:]

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.

[Exeunt.]