The Moneylender Mirt

Once upon a time there was a man who wore a smirk

He stormed the North, he sallied forth and acted like a jerk

Tired of the battles and his work as sword for hire

He left for Waterdeep and then decided to retire

Now he's the Moneylender, Mirt

He turned his chase for power to the kind you wield in town

And now his name is known and feared by everyone around

He went and joined the Harpers then he opened up a bank

Lending treasure near and far to those who’s fortune’s sank

He's the Moneylender, Mirt

Hitch your wagon, raise a flagon, tell a bawdy tale

'Bout a man so merciless that he would drink up all of your ale

But then one day he changed his ways and opened up his purse

I can think of many ways that could be worse

He's the mo-ney-len-der Mirt

Lord Walrus and the Wanderer were tired of growing old

They went to Undermountain and came out with lots of gold!

When they both emerged they had a lot of work to do

They built the Yawning Portal and another mansion, too

He's the Moneylender, Mirt

He traveled with the Blackstaff and the Sage of Shadowdale

Got trapped within a magic axe then fled into Suzail

He's traded words with archwizards and thwarted many schemes

With everything he's done my friend, he's much more than he seems

He's the Moneylender, Mirt

Hitch your wagon, raise a flagon, tell a bawdy tale

'Bout a man so merciless that he would drink up all of your ale

But then one day he changed his ways and opened up his purse

I can think of many ways that could be worse

Hitch your wagon, raise a flagon, tell a bawdy tale

'Bout a man so merciless that he would drink up all of your ale

But then one day he changed his ways and opened up his purse

I can think of many ways that could be worse

He's the mo-ney-len-der Mirt

He's the mo-ney-len-der Mirt

He's the mo-ney-len-der Mirt