and who are you the proud lord said that i must bow so low only a cat of a diff-erent coat that's all the truth I know in+a coat of gold or+a coat of red a li-on still has claws and mine are long and sharp, my lord, as long and sharp as yours and so he spoke, and so he spoke that lord of cast- am-ere, but now the rains weep o'er his hall with no one there to hear yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall, and not a so-u-l to hear