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• Artiste: Corries
• Titre: The Lammas Tide
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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