Now rides he and roams through the realm of Logrès, + 

Sir Gawain, at God’s best, no game though he thought it. + 

Oft friendless, alone, he had lodging by nights + 

Where he found not before him the fare that he liked. + 

He had no fellow but his foal by frith and forest, + 

And no gossip but God to talk with by gate, + 

Till he drew full nigh into the North Wales. + 

All the isles of Anglesey held he to left-ward + 

And fared o’er the fords by the jutting forelands, + 

Over at the Holy Head, till eft he made shore + 

In the wilderness of Wirral; won’d there but few + 

That either God or man with a good heart lovèd. + 

And ever as he fared, of folks that befell + 

He ask’d if they had heard of any Green Knight, + 

In any ground thereabout, at the Green Chapel; + 

And all nick’d him with nay, said that never in their life + 

Had they seen any soul that such a hue had + 

as green. + 

He wander’d ways full strange + 

By dreary hill and dene, + 

His cheer full oft might change + 

Or e’er that chapel was seen. + 