Lammas Tide by The Corries Lyrics

The Lammas Tide
Artist or band: The Corries
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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