Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 1 of 8 from 1860 edition

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That champion good, bold Saint Andrew,
The famous Scottish knight,                        ito
Dark gloomy deserts travelled through,
Where Phoebus gave no light. Haunted with spirits, for a while
His weary course he steers, Till fortune blessed him with a smile, 175
And shook off all his fears.
This Christian champion travell'd long,
Till at the length he came Unto the giant's castle strong,
Great Blanderon by name,                           ia>
Where the king's daughters were transform'd
Into the shape of swans : Though them he freed, their father storm'd,
But he his malice shuns.
For though five hundred armed knights
Did straight beset him round, Our Christian champion with them fights,
Till on the heathen ground Most of those Pagans bleeding lay;
Which much perplexed the king;           
The Scottish champion clears the way,
Which was a glorious thing.
Saint Patrick too, of Ireland, That noble knight of fame, He travelled, as we understand,                    195

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