| Upon a New Year’s day
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| A host of knights did pray
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| That from the anvil one could draw the sword
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| As each knight took his turn
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| They found the anvil, held it firm
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| None worthy of a future King and Lord
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| Sir Kay the bravest knight
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| Appeared to try his might
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| He dreamed of being King, as all the rest
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| To Arthur Sir Kay called to search
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| And bring for him a sword
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| In earnest Arthur set about his quest
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| A churchyard in the wood
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| The sword and anvil stood
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| And Arthur drew the sword out of the stone
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| The anvil now defeated
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| His quest for the sword completed
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| A sword that was to place him on the throne
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| A sword that was to place him on the throne
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| Sir Ector and Sir Kay
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| Saw the sword and knelt to pray
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| Then gently took it from young Arthur’s hand
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| They marvelled at his quest
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| Proclaiming to the rest
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| Arthur is the King of all this land
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| Arthur the King of all this land |