When Me and My Brother Had a Row

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