To Camelot strode I upon my noble steed,
A challenge did I make for manly sport;
And ere was done a year from whence was done the deed,
A lesson to Sir Gawain thus was taught.
In emerald garments clad, imposing wall was I,
No man nor boy my challenge did then take,
'Til Gawain, bold young spirit, his proud head holding high,
Stepped forward as the others then did quake.
Gawain thus did wield my ax, and swung it at my neck,
And cleaved my head from off my massive frame.
A twelvemonth and a day from thence, good Gawain then did trek
Across the land to finish up the game.
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