A squirrel maid, born of a fighter with swords,
The best in many a-season.
Now taken into slavery, beaten and whipped,
She was living her years without reason.
Her whole family was dead, killed off by the ferrets,
Her last friend now was gone with her kin.
Saddened by that last one unpitying act,
She sought to avenge the sin.
Stealing the ruler's best ship from the fleet,
She and two friends sailed away.
Chased on the high seas, but away from the tyrant,
She came to Mossflower one day.
And to Redwall Abbey, where felt just like home,
The seasoned, yet peaceful abode.
There she picked up the mighty and legendary sword,
Humbled, yet proud of her load.
And with a spirit of freedom ringing about her,
The squirrelmaid defeated her oppressor.
She freed all the slaves, and brought peace to the island,
No one now dared to mess with her!
And so, sailing back to the Abbey, the maid lived her days
Never failing to protect all her friends.
All the vermin leave with haste at the sound of her name,
All the blaggards, foes, and fiends!
The greatest with swords, yet true to her values
All of the vermin have paid
Great is the name, ne'er to be forgotten,
The name of Trisscar Swordmaid!