As seen through the mists darkly:

Sisters, sisters,
There never have been such devoted sisters.
Many men have tried to break us up, but no one can.

Caring, sharing, every little thing that we are wearing.
When a certain gentleman arrived from Rome,
She wore the dress, and I stayed home.

Through all kinds of weather, we'll stick together,
The same in the rain or sun.
Two different faces, but in tight places,
We think and we act as one.

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Lord help the mister, who comes between me and my sister.
And Lord help the sister, who comes between me and my man.