When me and my brother had a row When I was a boy We hadn't need for much We always had provisions Clothes and food and such I had one only brother And I had him all my life We never took to trouble or to strife One evening at the table While food was being spread My brother sitting next to me And father at the head Mother served the sweet milk And poured it in our mugs Brother swallowed his And then he drank mine in a chug He looked at me contempted And then he took a bow Then me and my brother had a row I told him he was in the wrong He said I was mislead He added I was insulent And had a misshaped head I said he was unpleasant He said I was a louse And then we took to quarreling 'round the house We quarreled in the cellar And we quarreled in the attic We quarreled in the kitchen And we quarreled with a headache I hit him in the backyard I hit him in the front I hit him with an object And the object, it was blunt We didn't stop to eat or drink Or even wipe a brow When me and my brother had a row