And who are you
The proud lord said
That I must bow so low
Only a cat of a different coat
That's all the truth I know
In a coat of gold, in a coat of red
The 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 Castamere
But now the rains whip o'er his hall with no one there to hear
Yes now the rains whip o'er his hall and not a soul to hear

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