Saint George's Lamentation for his Horse (Slain in the battle with the Dolorous Dragon.)

Bring me the body of my steed that died

Its body burned by fire along the lance

That lively leapt forth from the worm's cold hide.

My armour had the knives of steel outside

To crush me in its coils it had no chance.

Bring me the body of my steed that died

It bore the agony and never shied

Though it could not endure the brilliance

That lively leapt forth from the worm's cold hide.

That evil dance of flames that many a knight had tried

To best, and gone down, cowed by its foul glance.

Bring me the body of my steed that died

For I have heard a sovereign balm to chide

And turn back death comes from that oil, perchance

That lively leaps forth from the worm's cold hide.

Wrap in that hide, then my beloved bride

For closer steed to me, than court romance.

Bring me the body of my steed that died

That lively leaps forth from the worm's cold hide.