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