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