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All gaily in green this gallant was gear’d,

And the hair of his head with his horse was in suit;

Fair waving locks that enfolded his shoulders,

A great beard like a bush o’er his breast falling,

Which with the athel hair that hung from his head

Was bobb’d all about, the elbows above,

That the half of his arms it halchèd thereunder,

Like a King’s capados that clings on him close.

The mane of his horse full meetly it match’d,

Well crispèd and comb’d, with knots very many

Folden with fildor the fair green amongst⁠—

A harl of the hair with a harl of the gold:

His tail and his topping were twinèd in suit,

Bounden were both with a bright green band,

And dubb’d with rich stones to the dock’s end;

On his head was a wharl-knot wound with a ribbon,

Where many bells full bright of brent gold rung.

Such a foal upon field, such a rider on foal,

No eye in that hall had beheld ere that hour,

Pardie!

He look’d as levin, bright,

Said all that did him see;

Them thought that no man might

Endure his dints to dree.