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But thick and fast they came at last And foiled him ere a mile was past ; His hair and beard were first entangled ; His bleeding hands were sorely mangled.

The city is a dreadful place, In it is many an anxious face ; The streets are paved with shining gold, Which none can see till they are old.

He sniffs the knight like a sardine And cracks him with a noise infernal, Just like a nut. The toothsome kernel He swallows whole, discards the shell, And leaves this weary tale to tell.

What is that sound that frights the ground ? An Ogre of fierce power ; Fasting for weeks — hungry, he seeks For whom he may devour.

Then he betakes himself to slumber, Dreaming of dinners without number. So be careful, still as mice : You rosy children look so nice, That should he wake, inclined to sup, He would be sure to eat you up.

Go ! tell them they are dolts indeed ! That Giants only live to feed ; That with their latest righteous breath They scorn to die a natural death.