Jack the Giant Killer

When griffins fierce as bats were rife; And till a knight had slain his dragon, At trifling risk of limbs and life, He did n't think he'd much to brag on;

Said Jack so free, "Leave that to me, Your Royal Highness's faithful 'sub.'" Now night came on, and Arthur's son Asked "Where the dickens are we to lodge?" "Sir," answered Jack,...

Mac Thundel plunged from side to side, But he could n't get out although he tried; Sooth to say, he was thoroughly done-- "Now," said Jack, "we 'll end the fun.