We met at the Inn called The George and Dragon

Lest you forget my dear

We drank a toast at The George and Dragon

With the dragon breathing fire in me beer



Yea, verily I did thee beseach thee

To tarry with me ah, but there

You said a knight of the old round table

Could be short of nothing but a square.



Could a square be there to the rescue?

Drive yon knave away?

Was it fate or love now I ask you

Only you can say



Sadly I stand with me heart heavy laden

Oh what a knight in shining armor, I.

To win the hand of this fair young maiden

I would gladly lay me down and die