Yay, so yeply to meet me, this young New Year.
Thou knowest the covenant cast us between;
Haf thy helm off thy head and haf here thy pay.
Busk me no more debate, than I bore thee then,
When thou whipped off mi head with one whap!
Nay, by God, I'll bear thee no grudge, Green Knight,
But stand still for thee; strictly, one stroke.
THE GREEN KNIGHT WHIRLS AXE, GAWIN DUCKS.
Thou art not the great Gawin, that so good is holden;
That never flinched for fear, by hill nor vale,
For, such cowardice of that knight, I caught not a word.
I can't recall; did I cringe in the court, at Arthur's?...
My head flew to my feet, but flinched I not on
Alright, I winced once;
But shrink shall I no more -
Though when my head falls to the stones
I cannot it restore.
Deal me to my destiny - do it out of hand;
I shall stand for thee still, for one stroke of thy steel;
Have here my troth.
Have at thee then!
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