When the muirmen whin their hay The doughty Douglas bound him ride Into England to drive a prey He chose the Gordons and the Grahams The Lindsays light and gay But the Jardines wad' not wi' him ride And they rue it to this day
Now he has burned all the dales o' Tyne And part o' Bamburghshire Three tall towers on Reedswire fells He left them all on fire He marched up tae Newcastle And raided round about Sayin' "Wha's the Lord o' this castle And wha's the Lady o't?"
Then up bespake proud Percy there And oh but he spake high "I am the Lord o' this castle My wife's the Lady gay" "If thou art the Lord o' this castle Sae weel it pleases me For e'er I cross the border fells The ane o' us shall dee"
Then he took a lang spear in his hand Shod wi' the 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
Now it fell about the Lammas Tide When the muirmen whin their hay The doughty Douglas bound him ride Into England to drive a prey He chose the Gordons and the Grahams The Lindsays light and gay But the Jardines wad' not wi' him ride And they rue it to this day