When a humble bard
Graced a ride along
With Gerald of Rivia
Along came this song

From when the white wolf fought
A silver-tongued devil
His army of elves—
At his hooves did they revel

They came after me
With masterful deceit
Broke down my lute
And they kicked in my teeth

While the devil's horns
Minced our tender meat
And so cried the Witcher
He can't be bleat

Toss a coin to your Witcher
Oh, valley of plenty
Oh, valley of plenty, oh
Toss a coin to your Witcher
Oh, valley of plenty

At the edge of the world
Fight the mighty horde
That bashes and breaks you
And brings you to mourn

He thrust every elf
Far back on the shelf
High up on the mountain
From whence it came

He wiped out your pest
Got kicked in his chest
He's a friend of humanity—
So give him the rest!

That's my epic tale
Our champion prevailed
Defeated the villain—
Now pour him some ale!

Toss a coin to your Witcher
Oh, valley of plenty
Oh, valley of plenty, oh
Toss a coin to your Witcher
A friend of humanity

Toss a coin to your Witcher
Oh, valley of plenty
Oh, valley of plenty, oh
Toss a coin to your Witcher
A friend of humanity

Toss a coin to your Witcher
Oh, valley of plenty
Oh, valley of plenty, ah-ah, oh
Toss a coin to your Witcher
A friend of humanity