I hail from the isle of Long and its counties of Kings and Queens. I trevailed against the Tempest and struck down the Wizard of Wor. I claimed a fair maiden in the land of sun and studied with scholars and Knights. I am now but a humble man, guarding the virtues of three princesses, here in the land of ice and snow where the cold winds blow.

I am Roy, son of Paul. That is my immigrant song.