We met at the inn called The George and dragon
Lest you forget my dear
We drank a toast at The George and the dragon
With the dragon breathing fire in me beer

Yay, verily I did thee beseech thee
To tarry with me ah but there
You said a night of the old round table
Could be short of nothing but a square

Could a square be there to the rescue
Drive your knave on wain
Was it fate or love now I ask you
Only you can say

Sat here I stand with me hot at laiden
Oh what a knight in shinning armour I
To win the hand of this fair young maiden
I would gladly lay me down and die

Sat here I stand with me hot at laiden
Oh what a knight in shinning armour I
To win the hand of this fair young maiden
I would gladly lay me down and die.

