And cried the Maid: "Thy sword, thy sword!
Thy sword, O Goldilocks! For see
She will not keep her oath to me."
Out flashed the blade therewith. He saw
The foul thing sidelong toward them draw,
Holding within her hand a cup
Wherein some dreadful drink seethed up.
Then Goldilocks cried out and smote,
And the sharp blade sheared the evil throat.
The head fell noseling to the floor;