Christmas Carols, Ancient And Modern

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Saint George. Here am I, St. George,
That worthy champion bold, And with my sword and spear I won three crowns of gold. I fought the fiery dragon,
And brought him to the slaughter; By that I won fair Sabra,
The King of Egypt's daughter. Where is the man, that now will me defy ? I'll cut his giblets full of holes, and make his buttons fly. The Turkish Knight advances. Here come I, the Turkish Knight, Come from the Turkish land to fight. I'll fight Saint George, who is my foe, I '11 make him yield before I go; He brags to such a high degree, He thinks there's none can do the like of he.
Saint George. Where is the Turk, that will before me stand ? I '11 cut him down with my courageous hand.
[ They fight, the Knight is overcome, and falls on one knee. Turkish Knight. Oh ! pardon me, St. George, pardon of thee I crave, Oh! pardon me this night, and I will be thy slave.

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