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He dide next his whyte lere
Of clooth of lake fyn and clere
    A breech and eek a sherte;
And next his sherte an aketoun,
And over that an habergeoun
    For percinge of his herte;
Then he put on some pants so white,
And then a shirt that shone like light,
    So that he looked suave and smart.
And just in case he lost the fight,
He wore chain mail so very tight,
    To protect his beating heart.





And over that a fyn hauberk,
Was al y-wroght of Iewes werk,
    Ful strong it was of plate;
And over that his cote-armour
As whyt as is a lily-flour,
    In which he wol debate.
This mail was made of the best steel,
Strong enough for the coming ordeal,
    A great test of strength and will.
He also wore a coat that did reveal,
His family colors and great seal,
    To advertise his noble skill.


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His sheeld was al of gold so reed,
And ther-in was a bores heed,
    A charbocle bisyde;
And there he swoor, on ale and breed,
How that ‘the geaunt shal be deed,
    Bityde what bityde!’
His shield burned metallic red,
Emblazoned with a big boar’s head,
    For all to see and fear.
Then he swore, looked up, and said,
That he would kill the giant dead,
    With his trusty spear.





His Iambeux were of quirboilly,
His swerdes shethe of yvory,
    His helm of laton bright;
His sadel was of rewel-boon,
His brydel as the sonne shoon,
    Or as the mone light.
His legs were covered in tough deer hide;
An ivory-hilt sword hung at his side;
    His helmet was shiny brass;
His armor shone in the sun outside;
And on a whale bone saddle he did ride;
    All other knights he did outclass.

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