The Red King with the Hundred Knights,
      A wonder-dream he dreamed
   And thro' and thro' it blew the wind;
      And a wicked wind it seemed:
(In his dream in the forest of Bedegraine, soon after All-hallowmass Eve.)

   It blew upon the turret-tops,
       And brought them tumbling down;
   It overset the Castle-keep;
       As low it laid the town:
(In his dream in the forest of Bedegraine, soon after All-hallowmass Eve.)

   And then a black rain fell in flood
       And washed them all away:
   But every drop the Red King dreamed,
       Was a drop of blood next day:
(As he lay in the forest of Bedegraine, soon after All-hallowmass Eve.)