And here he gash’d, and there he slash’d,

As one would crimp a trout.

Now such a flood of giant’s blood

Came rushing from each wound,

Jack well had need to off with speed,

Or sooth he had been drown’d.

Then up he sprang, and, like a cock

That dead hath struck his foe,

He stood aloof upon a rock,

And thus began to crow.