The following ballad is given (with some corrections) from two ancient black-letter copies in the Pepys Collection: one of which is in 12mo, the other in folio.

Or Hector's deeds did Homer sing,
And of the sack of stately Troy,
What griefs fair Helena did bring,
Which was Sir Paris' only joy:
And by my pen I will recite

St. George's deeds, an English knight.

Against the Sarazens so rude

Fought he full long and many a day,
Where many gyants he subdu'd,

In honour of the Christian way;
And after many adventures past,
To Egypt land he came at last.

Now, as the story plain doth tell,

Within that countrey there did rest
A dreadful dragon fierce and fell,

Whereby they were full sore opprest:
Who by his poisonous breath each day
Did many of the city slay.

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The grief whereof did grow so great
Throughout the limits of the land,
That they their wise-men did intreat
To shew their cunning out of hand;
What way they might this fiend destroy,
That did the countrey thus annoy.

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The wise-men all before the king,

This answer fram'd incontinent:

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The dragon none to death might bring
By any means they could invent;

His skin more hard than brass was found,

That sword nor spear could pierce nor wound. 30

When this the people understood,

They cryed out most piteouslye,

The dragon's breath infects their blood,
That every day in heaps they dye;
Among them such a plague it bred,
The living scarce could bury the dead.

No means there were, as they could hear,
For to appease the dragon's rage,

But to present some virgin clear,

Whose blood his fury might asswage;

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Each day he would a maiden eat,

For to allay his hunger great.

This thing by art the wise-men found,
Which truly must observed be;
Wherefore, throughout the city round,
A virgin pure of good degree
Was, by the king's commission, still
Taken up to serve the dragon's will.

Thus did the dragon every day

Untimely crop some virgin flowr, Till all the maids were worn away,

And none were left him to devour ; Saving the king's fair daughter bright, Her father's only heart's delight.

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Then came the officers to the king,

That heavy message to declare,

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Which did his heart with sorrow sting;

"She is," quoth he, "my kingdom's heir:

O let us all be poisoned here,

Ere she should die, that is my dear."

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Then rose the people presently,

And to the king in rage they went;

They said his daughter dear should dye,
The dragon's fury to prevent:

"Our daughters all are dead," quoth they, "And have been made the dragon's prey;

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"And by their blood we rescued were, And thou hast sav'd thy life thereby;

And now in sooth it is but faire,

For us thy daughter so should die.” "O save my daughter," said the king, "And let ME feel the dragon's sting.'

Then fell fair Sabra on her knee,
And to her father dear did say,
"O father, strive not thus for me,
But let me be the dragon's prey;

It may be, for my sake alone

This plague upon the land was thrown.

"Tis better I should dye," she said,
"Than all your subjects perish quite;
Perhaps the dragon here was laid,

For my offence to work his spite,
And after he hath suckt my gore,

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Your land shall feel the grief no more."

"What hast thou done, my daughter dear,

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For to deserve this heavy scourge

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It is my fault, as may appear,

Which makes the gods our state to purge;

Then ought I die, to stint the strife,

And to preserve thy happy life."

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Like mad-men, all the people cried,
"Thy death to us can do no good;
Our safety only doth abide

In making her the dragon's food."

"Lo! here I am, I come," quoth she,
"Therefore do what you will with me."

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Nay stay, dear daughter," quoth the queen, "And as thou art a virgin bright,

That hast for vertue famous been,

So let me cloath thee all in white;

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And crown thy head with flowers sweet,
An ornament for virgins meet."

He straight to her his way did take:

"Tell me, sweet maiden," then quoth he, "What caitif thus abuseth thee?

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"And, lo! by Christ his cross I vow, Which here is figured on my breast, I will revenge it on his brow,

And break my lance upon his chest: And speaking thus whereas he stood,

The dragon issued from the wood.

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The lady, that did first espy

The dreadful dragon coming so,

Unto St. George aloud did cry,

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And willed him away to go;

"Here comes that cursed fiend," quoth she,

"That soon will make an end of me."

St. George then looking round about,
The fiery dragon soon espy'd,
And like a knight of courage stout,

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Against him did most furiously ride; And with such blows he did him greet, He fell beneath his horse's feet.

For with his launce that was so strong,
As he came gaping in his face,

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In at his mouth he thrust along;

For he could pierce no other place:
And thus within the lady's view
This mighty dragon straight he slew.

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