The proud knight, from his charger,
sprang down upon the sward:
And straight began to chase it;
the beast was off its guard,
And could not now outrun him:
the hero clasp’d it round,
And, in a trice, unwounded,
he held it tightly bound.
The proud knight, from his charger,
sprang down upon the sward:
And straight began to chase it;
the beast was off its guard,
And could not now outrun him:
the hero clasp’d it round,
And, in a trice, unwounded,
he held it tightly bound.