[Verse 1]
The Dornishmanâs wife was as fair as the sun,
and her kisses were warmer than spring.
But the Dornishmanâs blade was made of black steel,
and its kiss was a terrible thing.
The Dornishmanâs wife would sing as she bathed,
in a voice that was sweet as a peach,
[Verse 2]
But the Dornishmanâs blade had a song of its own,
and a bite sharp and cold as a leech.
As he lay on the ground with the darkness around,
and the taste of his blood on his tongue,
His brothers knelt by him and prayed him a prayer,
and he smiled and he laughed and he sung,
[Verse 3]
âBrothers, oh brothers, my days here are done,
the Dornishmanâs taken my life,
But what does it matter, for all men must die,
and Iâve tasted the Dornishmanâs wife!
Ah, I, I ve tasted the Dornishman s wife!