LYRICS GAME

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!