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.

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

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