| | In the contre of fairy | |
| | For in that cuntre was ther noon | |
| | Neythir wyf ne child one | |
| | That he had of ony drede | |
| 95 | Tyl that ther cam a gret geaunt | |
| | His name was sir Oliphaunt | |
| | A parlous man of dede | |
| | And sayde child be termegaunt | |
| | But yf thou pryke out of myn haunt | |
| 100 | Anone I sle thy stede with mace | |
| | Here is this quene of fairye | |
| | With harpe and pype and simphonye | |
| | Duellynge in this place | |
| 105 | The child sayde al so mot I the | |
| | To morow wil I mete with the | |
| | When that I haue myn armure | |
| | And yet I hope par ma fay | |
| | Or it be fully pryme of the day | |
| | For here shalt thou be slawe | |
| 115 | Sir Thopas drew a bak ful faste | |
| | The geaunt at hym stones caste | |
| | Out of a fel staf slynge | |
| | But faire ascapid sir Thopas | |
| | And al was thorough goddis grace | |
| 120 | And thorough his fair berynge | |
| | Ye lestenyth lordyng to my tale | |
| | Merier than the nyghtyngale | |
| | I wil with you roun | |
| | How sir Thopas with sidys smale | |
