Two Kinsmen

Drood:
My dearest uncle Jack!

Jasper:
My dearest nephew ned!

Both:
A life without your friendship
Would be life as good as dead!

Jasper:
The winds of hell may blow, but as you
Well may know
I'll heed your call, no need too small
And face the fire below for you!

Drood:
For you!

Jasper:
For you!

Drood:
For you!

Both:
Two kinsmen, more than brothers, we Know no next of kin
And yet we know others closer 'neath The skin
The blood that flows between us, the Bonds that tie us twain
Two kinsmen, when all others flee then we remain!

Jasper:
My dearest nephew ned!

Drood:
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!

Jasper:
'Tis true

Drood:
For you!

Jasper:
For you!