And

who

are

you,

the

proud

lord

said,

-

that

I

must

bow

so

low?

Only

a

cat

of

a

diff

er

ent

coat,

that's

all

the

truth

I

know.

In

a

coat

of

gold

or

a

coat

of

red,

a

lion

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

a

mere,

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

s

o

ul

to

hear.

-

And

so

he

spoke,

and

so

he

spoke,

that

lord

-

of

-

Cast

a

mere,

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

ul

to

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