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Now it fell about the Lammas tide,When the muir-men win their hay,The doughty Douglas bound him rideInto England, to drive a preyHe chose the Gordons and the Graemes,The Lindesays, light and gayBut the Jardines wald nor with him ride,And they rue it to this dayHe has burn'd the dales of Tyne,And part of Bambrough shireThree tall towers on Reidswire fells,He left them all on fireAnd he march'd up to Newcastle,And rode it round aboutSayin 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 hieI am the lord of this castle,My wife's the lady gayeIf thou'rt the lord of this castle,Letras de cancionesSae weel it pleases meFor, 'er I cross the Border fells,The tane of us sall deeHe took a lang spear in his hand,Shod with the metal free,And for to meet the Douglas there,He rade right furiously From Letras Mania