And who

D‹

are you, the proud

D‹

lord said, that I

D‹

must bow so low?

C

On

F

ly a cat

C

of a diff

F

'rent coat,

C

that's all

G‹

the truth

G‹

I know.

A A

A

5

coat

D‹

of gold, a coat

D‹

of red, a li

D‹

on still has claws,

C

and

9

The Rains of Castamere

mine

F

are long

C

and sharp,

F

my lord,

C

as long

G‹

and sharp

A

as yours.

D‹

And

13

so

D‹

he spoke,

D‹

and so

A‹

he spoke,

A‹

that lord

D‹

of Cast

D‹

a mere

C C

But

17

now

B¨

the rains

B¨

weep o'er

G‹

his hall,

G‹

with no

B¨

one there

A

to hear.

D‹

Yes,

21

now

B¨

the rains

B¨

weep o'er

G‹

his hall,

G‹

and not

B¨

a soul

A

to hear.

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