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− | '''The Dornishman's Wife''' is a song about a man who slept with a Dornishman | + | "'''The Dornishman's Wife'''" is a song about a man who slept with the wife of a [[Dornishmen|Dornishman]]. Although he died of wounds received in a duel with the Dornishman, the man considered it a fair trade. |
==Lyrics== | ==Lyrics== | ||
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− | : | + | The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun, |
− | + | :and her kisses were warmer than spring. | |
− | : | + | But the Dornishman's blade was made of black steel, |
− | + | :and its kiss was a terrible thing. | |
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− | + | The Dornishman's wife would sing as she bathed, | |
− | : | + | :in a voice that was sweet as a peach, |
− | + | But the Dornishman's blade had a song of its own, | |
− | : | + | :and a bite sharp and cold as a leech. |
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− | : | + | 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, | |
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+ | "Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done, | ||
+ | :the Dornishman's taken my life, | ||
+ | But what does it matter, for all men must die, | ||
+ | :and I've tasted the Dornishman's wife!"{{ref|ASOS|7}} | ||
+ | }} | ||
==References and Notes== | ==References and Notes== | ||
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[[Category:Songs|Dornishman]] | [[Category:Songs|Dornishman]] | ||
− | [[fr:L'épouse du Dornien]][[ru:&# | + | [[es:La mujer del dorniense]] |
+ | [[fr:L'épouse du Dornien]] | ||
+ | [[ru:Дорнийская жена]] | ||
+ | [[zh:多恩人的妻子]] |
Revision as of 11:39, 6 September 2018
"The Dornishman's Wife" is a song about a man who slept with the wife of a Dornishman. Although he died of wounds received in a duel with the Dornishman, the man considered it a fair trade.
Lyrics
The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun,
and her kisses were warmer than spring.
But the Dornishman's blade was made of black steel,
and its kiss was a terrible thing.
The Dornishman's wife would sing as she bathed,
in a voice that was sweet as a peach,
But the Dornishman's 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,
"Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done,
the Dornishman's taken my life,
But what does it matter, for all men must die,
and I've tasted the Dornishman's wife!"[1]
References and Notes
- ↑ A Storm of Swords, Chapter 7, Jon I.