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Five Upstart Sons

Galtish rebel song. Illegal to sing since the Goblin Wars.


My five Upstart sons are all bloody and brave
I鈥檝e got one on the gallows, and two in the grave
One is your prisoner, and none is your slave

I鈥檝e got one in the hills that you never have met
And though he is young, he will murder you yet
For the hour is coming you鈥檒l answer your debt

My five Upstart sons have declared against you
Their tongues are as black as their promise is true
And they鈥檒l call you to answer whatever you do!

The crown you so love sits but light on your head
The castle you stole has a cold, stony bed
And though I am old, I will yet see you dead

You鈥檝e hundreds of men with long swords and long knives
But you鈥檝e lain with near half of their fair Galtish wives
And none of them love you to lay down their lives

Abandon your tower and open your gate
No silver-bought army can alter your fate
If all my five perish, my neighbor has eight

Our ten thousand sons have declared against you
Their tongues are as black as their promise is true
And they鈥檙e coming, they鈥檙e coming, whatever you do