歌词
My dearest uncle Jack.
My dearest nephew Ned.
A life without you're friendship would be a life as good as dead.
Whe winds of hell may blow, but as you well may know, I'll heed you're call, no need to small, and face the fires below.
For you, for you, for you, for you...
Two kinsmen more than brothers, we know no next of kin.
And yet we know no others closer 'neath the skin.
The blood that burns between us, the bonds that tie us twain.
Two kinsmen when all others flee then we remain.
My dearest nephew Ned, My dearest uncle Jack, My dearest Uncle Jack!
If men say words against you,
I would make them take them back!
A loyal lad am I who'd be but glad to die, If by my death one extra breath of life for you I'd buy. '
Tis true! '
Tis true!
For you!
For you!
Two kinsmen more than brothers, we know no next of kin.
And yet we know no others closer 'neath the skin.
The blood that burns between us, the bonds that tie us twain.
Two kinsmen when all others flee then we remain. '
Tis true! '
Tis true!
For you!
For you!
Two kinsmen are we - two!