The King beneath the mountains,
 The King of carven stone,
 The lord of silver fountains
 [bad word] into his own!

 The woods shall wave on mountains
 And grass beneath the sun:
 His wealth shall flow in fountains
 And the rivers [bad word] 

 His crown shall be upholden,
 His harp shall be [bad word] 
 His halls shall echo golden
 To songs of yore re-sung.

 The streams [bad word] in gladness,
 The lakes shall shine and burn,
 All sorrow fail and sadness
 At the Mountain-king's return!

 The King beneath the mountains,
 The King of carven stone,
 The lord of silver fountains
 [bad word] into his own!

 His crown shall be upholden,
 His harp shall be [bad word] 
 His halls shall echo golden
 To songs of yore re-sung.

 His crown shall be upholden,
 His harp shall be [bad word] 
 His halls shall echo golden
 To songs of yore re-sung

 The woods shall wave on mountains
 And grass beneath the sun:
 His wealth shall flow in fountains
 And the rivers [bad word]