My Darling Pirogoeth

To the tune of: "Clementine"

In a tavern
By a cavern
On a Neverwinter Night
Our three heroes
Met with Piro
And they said, "The boy ain't right!"

CH:
Oh my darlin', oh my darlin', oh my darlin' Pirogoeth
When I see you in your apron, dreadful sight, my Pirogoeth.

Heroes so stout
Gouged their eyes out
And forgot their lust for al3
Just a bodice
Oh so modest
Made three mighty men turn pale

Fear is tragic.
Beer that's magic,
Theft of Er'ka's copyright --
All these great things
They're forsaking
Just because they hate one sight.