And

who

are

you,

the

proud

lord

said,

that

I

must

bow

so

low?

On-

ly

a

cat of

a

differ-

ent

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

lor-

d

of

Casta-

me-

re,

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

lor-

d

of

Casta-

me-

re,

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.