Lyrics:

I shall have a son
Out of Cornwall shall he come
Shall be a wild boar
Bristled with steel
A man most brave and noble in thought

Thou shall kneel for him
For every man shall humble in front of our lord
I stood upon the sand of the sea
And the great wind told me to carry on
He shall once know the secrets of Holy Grail

And so was the coronation made
And there was he
Sorn unto his lords and the commons
To be a true king
I shall have a son
Out of Cornwall shall he come
That shall be a wild boar
Bristled with steel
A man most brave and noble in thought