Lommy Greenhands they call me,
So what if me hands are green?
A dyer’s trade’s an honest trade
No more colourful job to be seen.
Lommy Greenhands they named me,
I dyed the Tyrell’s field.
But I’m no brave knight,
If you attacked me I’d yield.
Lommy Greenhands they mock me,
Hunger was my sire sure.
To escape him I joined the Watch
And ended dead upon the Trident’s Shore.
by Winter’s Knight