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As a little girl, I used to sing the hymn 'He who would valiant be' with great curiosity and quite a lot of trepidation. I knew that eventually I would come to the lines that told me of a mysterious and fearful land (probably at the top of my grandfather's beanstalks) full of monstrous giants – see, »though he with giants fight« – confronted by this even more muscle-bound 'he' (possibly Jack). You doubt it? »His strength the Mories....« And a five-year old knew for sure that the best giants of all were the Mories.
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