LEARN LYRICS

Only the eldest of each family
may, by tradition, take part in this tournament
and hope to win the maiden's hand
Archers, on your marks
Yes! Archers, on your marks
And may the best one win
Come on, let's go
I think he'd have preferred the tree-trunk throw
or the boar toss
No no no!
Got it!
He's strong
Yeah, and did you see his lovely hair blowing in the wind
What??
the little treasure
let's finish this
Shoot, kid
Is it him you want to talk to?
What a surprise! That's great, what do you think?
My name's Merida
I'm here to win my own hand
so I'm entering this tournament
No, what're you doing?
Merida
I hate this dress!
Stop right now
I forbid you to shoot another arrow
Merida
I won't allow it!