“There is some delight in ale and wine
And some in girls with ankles fine
But my delight, yes always mine
Is to dance with Jak O’ the Shadows

We will toss the dice however they fall
And snuggle the girls be they short or tall
Then follow lord Mat whenever he calls
To dance with Jak O’ the Shadows.”

— Robert Jordan

Band of the Red Hand's rendition of the song Dance With the Jak O' Shadows
(11 October 2005)

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American writer 1948–2007

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