In King Albert’s Book there is a picture
that tells the ancient legend 
of the Dragon and Saint George.
The tale begins, the old woman said,
with a terror that filled the hearts of the people,
a wicked monster dragon Lord,
who held the peace of the land
in the palm of his ugly clawed hand.

They gave the dragon all that they had
with withering hopes to pacify.
Two sheep a day for his feast
until there were no more.
Then lots were drawn to see who’d go
and mothers mourned and wailed
as each day two maidens fair
were sent to the dragon’s lair.

Then came the day when the lot fell 
to the daughter of the King.
While she made her way to her sacrifice
a brave young man riding through the land
said “maiden why do you weep?”
and when she sadly told him
what was her fate that day
he swore an oath the dragon he would slay!

She feared that he would not survive
but his horse was strong; 
his sword was mighty
and his heart was bold and brave,
and he begged her sit upon the hill, 
where her beauty he could see,
and pray with all her heart for him
that the outcome would not be grim.

But when dragon lay slain on the ground
the grand horse too was dead
and the man stretched out upon his back
amid ranks of darkness and fire.
And the old woman tells this tale of olde,
though she looked, and did not like it,
for in King Albert’s Book there is a picture-- 
'tis the legend of the Dragon and Saint George.