When a humble bard graced a ride along with Geralt of Rivia, along came this song. From when the white were 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, O Valiant Plenty, O Valiant Plenty. Toss a coin to your witcher, O Valiant 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 upon the mountain from whence it came. He wiped out your best, got kicked in his chest, he's a friend of humanity, so give him the rest. That's my epic tale, a champion prevailed, defeated the villain, now bore him some ale. Toss a coin to your witcher, O Valiant Plenty, O Valiant Plenty. Toss a coin to your witcher, a friend of humanity. Toss a coin to your witcher, O Valiant Plenty, O Valiant Plenty. Toss a coin to your witcher, a friend of humanity. Toss a coin to your witcher, O Valiant Plenty, O Valiant Plenty. Toss a coin to your witcher, a friend of humanity. Thanks for watching!