Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads ...

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ANCIENT SONGS
Your words, quoth the dragon, I don't underftands
Then to it they fell at all,
Like two wild boars fo fierce, if I may
Compare great things with fmall.
Two days and a night, with this dragon did fight 1 2£
Our champion on the ground ;
Tho' their ftrength it was great, their fkill it was neat,
They never had one wound.
At length the hard earth began to quake,
The dragon gave him a knock, 1 30
Which made him to reel, and ftraitway he thought,
To lift him as high as a rock,
And thence let him fall. But More of More-Hall,
Like a valiant fon of Mars,
As he came like a lout, fo he turn'dhim about, 135
And hit him a kick on the a . . .
Oh, quoth the dragon, with a deep figh,
And turn'd fix times together,
Sobbing and tearing, curfing and fwearing
Out of his throat of leather ;
More of More-Hall ! O thou rafcal !
Would I had feen thee never ;
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With the thin g at thy foot, thou hail prick'd my a., gut,
And I'm quite undone for ever.
Murder,