The knight in red displayed a shield:
Six roses white on crimson field,
And, sword in hand, came storming through
The tourney field with blows struck true
That forced the mightiest to yield.
The ladies in the gallery squealed
And from their slender arms they peeled
The sleeves they hoped they might give to
The knight in red.
Before the thrones the red knight kneeled,
Bright helm removed, her face revealed
With tresses gold and eyes of blue.
To king and queen she swore to do
No other’s will; their hands would wield
The knight in red.