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The Dragon of Wantley.
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Say you so, do you see,
And then at him he let flie:
With hand and with foot,
And so they went to 't,
And the word it was—Hey, boyes, hey!
 
Your word, quoth the Dragon, I don't understand,
Then to 't they fell at all;
Like two wild bears, so fierce, I may
Compare great things with small.
Two dayes and a night
With this Dragon did fight
Our champion on the ground;
Tho' their strength it was great,
Yet their skill it was neat,
They never had one wound.
 
At length the hard ground began for to quake,
The Dragon gave him such a knock;
Which made him to reel,
And straightway he thought
To lift him high as a rock,
And thence let him fall;
But More of More Hall,
Like a valiant son of Mars,
As he came like a lout,
So he turned him about,
And hit him a kick on the back.
 
Oh! quoth the Dragon with a sigh,
And turn'd six times together;
Sobbing and tearing, cursing and swearing,
Out of his throat of leather.
Oh! thou rascall,
More of More Hall,
Would I had seen you never;
With the thing at thy foot,
Thou has prick't my gut,
Oh! I am quite undone for ever!
 
Murder! murder! the Dragon cryed,
Alack! alack! for grief;