Ode to Gwent

Associated quest

 * Till Death Do You Part

Journal entry

 * Proposal Number 7 for the Anthem of the Gwent Friendship Society of Beauclair. Author: Stéphane de Douve, master cooper.


 * Gwent is like a ruddy wine, Gwent’s a night with a lady fine. When before you two armies clash, Your cares melt off in a dash. Then you wish but to play, play, play, But her indoors whines: hit the hay, hay, hay! Such minds are dull as muddy yards, To think this but a game of cards!


 * Chorus: Gwent is my liberty, Gwent is my fraternity, Gwent relieves the day's sorrow, and Gwent is my morrow.


 * Poker has had it, and dice is a bore, There's no other game that makes you want more. There are no better satisfactions, Greater than Beauclair's Belles’ is its list of attractions, Greater than even the Festival of Drinks, Or even a tipsy young minx. They can holler and shout, they can release the guards, I'm leaving home, I'm off to play cards!


 * Chorus: Gwent is my liberty, Gwent is my fraternity, Gwent relieves the day's sorrow, and Gwent is my morrow.

Ode an Gwint Ode au gwynt Ode al gwent Hymn na cześć gwinta