Well it fell about the Lammas time
When the moor men win their day
The daring earl o' Douglas roved
Tae England to catch his prey
He took the Gordons and the Graemes
The Lindseys light and gay
But the Jardins with them widnae ride
And they rue it to this day
And now he's burned the dales of Tyne
And half of Bamburghshire
And three good towers on Reidswire Fells
He's left them all a-fire
He marched right up to Newcastle
And he's marched it round and round
Saying 'who's the lord of this castle'
Aye and 'who's the lady fair'
Then up spoke grave lord Percy then
And all but he spoke fine
Saying 'I'm the lord of this castle'
'And my wife's my lady fair'
'So if you're the lord of this castle
'So well it pleases me'
'For ere I ride o'er the border fells'
'The twain of us shall die'
And he took a long spear in his hand
All tinged with metal grey
And for to meet Lord Douglas there
He rode right furiously
But oh how pale his lady looked
From off the castle wall
When down before the Scottish spear
She saw proud Percy fall
Well it fell about the Lammas time
When the moor men win their day
The daring earl o' Douglas roved
Tae England to catch his prey
He took the Gordons and the Graemes
The Lindseys light and gay
But the Jardins with them widnae ride
And they rue it to this day