[Editor's note: the original song is "The Rare Auld Times" by Pete St. John.]

Raised on songs and stories, legends oft declaimed

The passing tales and glories that once was Caemlyn's Fame

The shining walls and houses, where my boyhood I did spend

That once was part of Caemlyn, when the Age came to an end

How the days all pass by, like the turning of the page

I remember Caemlyn City in the Third Age

My name it is Duan Kariol, and this my tale of woe

Born just in time for the Last Battle, though I wished it not be so

By trade I was a farmer, and then the plants all died

I was recruited in the army, to fight by the Dragon's side

And I courted Falay Brisai, with brilliant shining eyes

A channeler from Whitebridge, and of the rebel Aes Sedai's

I lost her to a Asha'man, his coat as black as coal

When he took her off to the Black Tower, well she took away my soul

How the days all pass by, like the turning of the page

I remember Caemlyn City in the Third Age

The battle's made me bitter, the future scares me so

'Cause Caemlyn turned to ashes, and I've nowhere else to go

The Band and Lord Mat have gone, the Royal Guard got beat down

As the Trollocs hold the City, and make a graveyard of my town

How the days all pass by, like the turning of the page

I remember Caemlyn City in the Third Age

How the days all pass by, like the turning of the page

I remember Caemlyn City in the Third Age