Lore:The Netchiman's Lament

In youth I once dreamed of wealth in extremes

Of fine robes and thirty-year wines

I hoped I'd hoard heaps of gold in my keeps

But a netchiman's fate is mine

I bought up a herd on hearing the word

That netches fetched profits divine

Now I live stuck in the rain and the muck

And a netchiman's fate is mine

I'm deep in arrears, and will be for years

From creatures that stink more than swine

But I found a good wife, the love of my life

So a netchiman's fate is just fine

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