When looking for a husband or searching for a wife,
Think careful thoughts my children, so you’ll avoid the strife,
that poor judgement, knowledge and haste may bring,
Listen to my words before you buy that ring.

From pompous old Roma, comes commerce and trade,
Ne’er look here for charity, they’ll always be paid.
The men in their doublets both learned and wise,
May say that they love you; you’ll pay for their lies.

The city of Tirnalis fighting since its founding,
Is it warfare or raids or just an “understanding”
The warrior men, bold brash and brave
Within one in ten lurks the heart of a knave

The women will sing and dance and strum
Cheering their men, who march to the drum,
But while they’re away “defending” their wives,
She wonders for what they pay their tithes.

Look then to Tirnalis for warriors strong,
But watch yourself; they’ll string you along.

Hardy Fytraval, carved with sweat and toil,
Now an over full pot, fast approaching the boil.
The angry men shake their fists at the Sun,
Don’t discount them yet, the wars not begun.

The goodwives are clever and hardy of stock,
With artifice and cunning they cling to the Rock,
With skilled hands, what you break they can mend
But you may never call a churchman your friend.

Look then to Fytraval for craft and ingenuity,
But if you don’t fight hard, you’ll fall in t’ sea

The City of Jahan looks to the east for its trade,
Here many a fortune was lost and was made,
The merchant men barter for gems and for silk,
They are pressed on all sides by those of savage ilk.

The ladies are mysterious, exotic and fair,
Green eyed beauties with raven black hair,
Yet their heads and their hearts are both fickle and fey,
Faced with bow and arrow they’ll oft run away.

Look then to Jahan for secrets so strange,
When the barbarians come, keep out of range!

So now we’ve toured cities, and the lands in between,
And I hope you not find me either callous or mean,
When I tell you true, that in matters of love and the heart,
You can be happy like me - if you just stay apart!