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[Verse 1]
The DFornishman’s wiC7fe was as faFir as the suC7n, and her Fkisses were wC7armer than spFring. But the FDornishman’s bC7lade was madFe of black sC7teel, and its kFiss was a tC7errible tFhing. The DFmornishman’s wiEbfe would Fmsing as Cmshe bFmathed, in a Fmvoice that was Ebsweet as a Fmpeach,
[Verse 2]
But the FDornishman’s C7blade had a Fsong of its C7own, and a Fbite sharp and C7cold as a Fleech. As heFm lay on the grEbound with tFmhe darkness Cmaround, and the Fmtaste of his bEblood on his Fmtongue, His bFmrothers knelt Ebby him and Fmprayed him a Cmprayer, and he Fmsmiled and he lEbaughed and he Fmsung,
[Verse 3]
EbBrothers, oh brothers, my Fmdays here are Cmdone, the EbDornishman’s Cmtaken my Fmlife, But Ebwhat does it matter, for Fmall men must Cmdie, and I’ve Ebtasted the CmDornishman’s Fmwife! Ah, EbI, I've Ebtasted thCme Dornishman'Fms wife!