They lighted on the banks of Tweed
And blew their coals sae het
And fired the Merce and Tevidale
All in an evening late

As they far'd up o'er Lammermor
They burn'd baith tower and town
Until they came to a derksome house,
Some call it Leaders Town

Whae hauds this house young Edward crys,
Or whae gae'st ower to me
A grey haired knight set up his head
And cracked right crousely

Of Scotlands King I haud my house
He pays me meat and fee
And I will keep my goud auld house
While my house will keep me

They laid their sowies to the wall
Wi' mony heavy peal
But he threw ower to them again
Baith piech and tar barille

With springs: wall stanes, and good of ern,
Among them fast he threw
Till mony of the Englishmen
About the wall he slew.