The Maids of Valeron

Oh listen brave warriors to the tale I will tell,
Pay heed to my words and mark them quite well
If you value your freedom, as sure as you're born...
Stay clear of the maidens of fair Valeron

The maids that I sing of are beyond compare
With a gleam in their eyes and a glow in their hair.
They'll look at you sadly, their smiles so forlorn,
but beware of the maidens of old Valeron

Even brave knights who face fearsome foes
Within a few days are led `bout by the... nose...
Their armor all shiny, their hair clean and shorn,
But they haven't a chance once within Valeron

So listen brave warriors to the tale I did tell,
Pay heed to my words and mark them quite well
If you value your freedom, as sure as you're born,
Stay clear of the maidens of old Valeron

However, that is barely a chorus. Around night's fire among a camp of mercenaries, a bit more of the tale is shared in the verses...

As I walked boldy out one morn, on the streets of Valeron city,
My eyes by chance did fall upon a maiden fair and pretty.

I smiled at her and tipped my cap and gracefully I bowed
And all at once I bumped my head, she was that well endowed.

I smiled at her and took her hand, said "Darlin' come wi'me...
I have some etchings in my room you really ought to see."

I took her up, I took her down, we loved all night and then...
When I did stop to catch a breath, she said, "Let's go again."

When I did wake, the girl was gone, I lay there all forlorn
And when I saw I was tied up, I wished I ne'er was born.

She took my clothes, she took my boots, and worse she took my gold
And I was left a sadder man, no longer brash and bold...

So laddies you can sow yer wheat, your barley and your corn
But learn from me! Don't sow your oats with a maid from Valeron!