The Dornishmans Wife

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