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WHO SO PULLETH OUT THISSWORD FROM THIS STONEAND ANVIL, IS THE TRUE-BORN KING OF ALL BRITAINUpon a New Year's dayA host of knights did prayThat from the anvil one could draw the sword.As each knight took his turnThey found the anvil, held it firm;None worthy of a future King and Lord.Sir Kay the bravest knightAppeared to try his mightHe dreamed of being King, as all the restTo Arthur Sir Kay called to searchAnd bring for him a swordIn earnest Arthur set about his quest.A churchyard in the woodThe sword and anvil stoodAnd Arthur drew the sword out of the stoneThe anvil now defeatedHis quest for the sword completedA sword that was to place him on the throneA sword that was to place him on the throne.Sir Hector and Sir Kay saw the swordAnd knelt to prayLetras de cancionesThen gently took it from young Arthur's handThey marvelled at his questProclaiming to the restArthur is the King of all this landArthur the King of all this land. From Letras Mania