Lammas Tide lyrics

Now it fell about the Lammas tide

When the muir-men win their hay

The doughty Douglas bound him ride

Into England, to drive a prey

He chose the Gordons and the Graemes

The Lindesays, light and gay

But the Jardines wald nor with him ride

And they rue it to this day

He has burn'd the dales of Tyne

And part of Bambrough shire

Three tall towers on Reidswire fells

He left them all on fire

And he march'd up to Newcastle

And rode it round about

Sayin wha's the lord of this castle?

And wha's the lady o't?

But up spake proud Lord Percy then

And O but he spake hie

I am the lord of this castle

My wife's the lady gaye

If thou'rt the lord of this castle

Sae weel it pleases me

For, 'er I cross the Border fells

The tane of us sall dee

He took a lang spear in his hand

Shod with the metal free

And for to meet the Douglas there

He rade right furiously