Sir Galahad

Taken from the castle feast

To an abbey in the East

Three knights stood in pride as one

Lancelot beheld his son.

Arthur's court he bade him come

Galahad his bastard son

Battles soon for him to fight

Blessed his youthful son a knight.

Arthur and the knights marvelous stone

Floating upon the river alone

Pointing from the rock

The sword shining bright

Glittering jewels, shimmering light.

Pull me, pull me, pull me, pull me.

Gawain first he tried to draw from the stone

To wear by his side

Each knight took his turn

Brave to the last

Faced with the sword remaining fast.

Arthur called a knight young Galahad

Saw in his sheath no sword he had

Took him where the sword

Held by the stone

Offered him there to make it his own.

Pull me, pull me, pull me, pull me.

He fell on his knees

to pull out the hilt

And drew it with ease

The dolorous stroke it was struck with pride

The sword it was hung by Sir Gawain's side.