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