And who are you my proud lord said
that i need bow so low
only a cat of different coat
that all the truth i know
the coat of red and coat of gold
a lion still has claws
and mine are long and sharp my lord
as long and sharp as yours
so he spoke and so he spoke
the lord of castermere
but now rain weep all his hall
with no one there to here
but now rain weep all his hall
and not a soul to hear.