It fell aboot the Lama’s tide when muirmen
whin their hay
The doughty Douglas bound him ride in tae England tae drive a
prey
He chose the Gordons and the Grahams the Lindsay’s light and gay
But the Jardines wad’ not wi’ him ride and they rue it to this
day
Now they burned all the dales o’ Tyne and
part o’ Bambershire
Three tall towers on Reedswire fells they left him all on fire
They marched up tae New Castle and laid it roond aboot Sayin’
“Wha’s the Lord o’ this castle and wha’s the Lady oot?”
Then up bespake proud Percy there and oh
but he spake high
“I am the Laird o’ this castle my wife’s the lady gay”
“If thou art the Laird o’ this castle sae weel it pleases me
For ere I cross the border fells then ane o’ us shall dee”
He took a lang spear in his hand shod wi’ a
metal free
For tae meet the Douglas there he rade right furiously
But oh how pale his lady looked frae off the castle wall
When down before the Scottish spear she saw proud Percy fall