"I dreamt a dream, my dear lady,
Such dreams are never good:
I dreamt my bower was full of red swine,
And my bride-bed full of blood."
"Such dreams, such dreams, my honoured lord,
They never do prove good -,
To dream thy bower was full of swine,
And thy bride-bed full of blood."
He called up his merry men all,
By one, by two, and by three;