Good Sir Odrig went with menDeep into the wooded glen
Seeking out a mighty beast
Which of Arawains’ village had made a feast.
As bait a goat was tethered here
Whose frightened bleat the Wyrm did hear
Slowly, snufflint it did leave its lair
Unaware of the trap in the outside air
Sir Donnacht charged without a fear
His battlecry the Wyrm did hear
Both were wounded in the fray
And Donnacht’s horse did run away
Sir Arawain let out a fearsome cry
And into battle he did fly
Hacking at the loathsome wyrm
Seeking vengeance at each turn
From atop the cave Sir Odrig did jump
Landing neatly astride the dread wyrm’s rump
With a mighty blow his sword did still
The heart of the beast that day on the hill
So hurrah for our heroes
Gone are our woes
Come join in our feast
For slain is the beast!
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