This one's a nobleman, this one's a squireOne man will sing in the heavenly choirOne will descend into hell's licking fireBut to tell which is which would take better than IThis one's a father, and this one's a sonOne man was right and the other was wrongBut both of them died in the maddening throngCarry them home, boys, to where they belongWar between brothersSire fighting sonOnly division where once there was oneWar between brothersSon fighting sireKin laid with kin in the funeral pyreThese two were blinded by jealousy's flameOne pointing fingers the other to blameOne lived in rage and the other in shameBut which was the better of what they became?War between brothersSire fighting sonOnly division where once there was oneWar between brothersSon fighting sireKin laid with kin in the funeral pyreThis one's a bastard, and this one's a kingBoth fought for power and what it would bringBut fighting each other they lost everything
