I weird you a Laidly Worm,
Until the end-of-days,
And freed ne’er shall you be,
Until the king’s successor,
Approach the Heugh,
And give you kisses three…
Before a legend ‘goes national’ it will first have been local.
There are lots of ‘merlins’ and ‘arthurs’ in the land of Britain,
although not all of them are known by those names or titles.
There are too, lots of dragon slayers,
few of which are called George.
Before George became our Patron Saint,
our Patron Saint was called Edmund.
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