bir westeros türküsü. dorne'lu bir adamın karısıyla yattıktan sonra aynı adam tarafından öldürülen anonim bir çapkını anlatır.
- şöyle harika bir yorumu var.
bunlar da sözleri:
the dornishman's wife was as fair as sun,
and her kisses were warmer than spring.
but the dornishman's blade was made of black steel
and its kiss 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 cold as a leech.
as he lay on the ground with darkness around,
and 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 man must die,
and i have tasted dornishman's wife."
