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The Netchiman's Lament
Poem of a netchiman's fate
- In youth I once dreamed of wealth in extremes
- Of fine robes and thirty-year wines
- I hoped I'd hoard heaps of gold in my keeps
- But a netchiman's fate is mine
- I bought up a herd on hearing the word
- That netches fetched profits divine
- Now I live stuck in the rain and the muck
- And a netchiman's fate is mine
- I'm deep in arrears, and will be for years
- From creatures that stink more than swine
- But I found a good wife, the love of my life
- So a netchiman's fate is just fine