Asha

She was born in Forks in a famine year

And her mam with child once said

“This babe best be born a hunter fierce

Or the town’ll starve stone dead”

Well the wee lass Asha could barely walk

When she proved her mam spoke true

She could split a shaft at a hundred paces

Before the age of two

Well she grew up tall, and with shoulders broad

On the banks of the Bowstring blue

Stole all the boy’s hearts as she walked by

And she stole all the girls’ hearts too

Well, lord Cullan’s old ranger Dunstan died

At the claws of a vicious bear

To replace her, he’d heard a girl from Forks

Was the best shot anywhere

Now one day, Lord Cathal a tourney held

Twas the grandest the land had seen

All the warriors and lords from across Anuire

Filled the Gorge's vales of green

On the first day, a contest of bows they had

Competition was fierce and spry

Representing the Wilders in all their pride

There stood Asha with bow held high

Twas a valiant battle upon the field

Tween our lass and a Brechtur maid

But with eagle's eye and steady hand

Asha brought home the accolade

She's the pride of the archers of Wilder's Gorge

For her arrows, they all fly true

And she steals all the boys' hearts as she walks by

And she steals all the girls' hearts too