"A Toast to Edanya"
Raise high your glass! The lass does like to drink!
And wear tall boots with leather pants so tight.
The first to huck a tankard in a fight
And laugh so loud she'd make a deaf man blink.
From no man's jesting ever would she shrink,
But gives the meeker ones a merry fright.
Though others 'ssure them she will nary bite,
They flee all blushing from her saucy wink.
But she does more than thirsts and passions quench,
Loves more than flirting and a foamy beer --
In times of trouble she does show no fear --
A friend is slighted? Quick her fists do clench.
If I had need of ally, who'd be near?
My sister, that true lusty red-haired wench!