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Who so pulleth out this Sword from this stone And anvil, is the true Born king of all Britain Upon a new year's day A host of knights did pray That from the anvil one could draw the sword. As each knight took his turn They found the anvil, held it firm; None worthy of a future king and lord. Sir Kay the bravest knight Appeared to try his might He dreamed of being king, as all the rest To Arthur Sir Kay called to search And bring for him a sword In earnest Arthur set about his quest. A churchyard in the wood The sword and anvil stood And Arthur drew the sword out of the stone The anvil now defeated His quest for the sword completed A sword that was to place him on the throne A sword that was to place him on the throne. Sir Hector and Sir Kay saw the sword And knelt to pray Then gently took it from young Arthur's hand They marveled at his quest Proclaiming to the rest Arthur is the king of all this land Arthur the king of all this land.