Bordur lans, Bordur lans,
There was never a gun on the Bordur run,
Till they shed the blood of a Bordur man.
Now the English were ruled by a German man,
Done derode with the Highland clan,
And in between lying low and green,
Were the peaceful folks of the Bordur land.
Bordur lans,
Bordur lans,
There was never a gun on the Bordur run,
Till they shed the blood of a Bordur man.
Now we're damned if we fight with that English might,
Nor do we stand with the Highland clans,
And we'll stay home and mind our own,
We're the peaceful folks in the Bordur land.
Bordur lans,
Bordur lans,
There was never a gun on the Bordur run,
Till they shed the blood of a Bordur man.
So south came Dundee from the Highlands,
North came William with his military plans,
Raped and burnt, made a battle front,
And the blood ran red through the Bordur land.
Bordur lans,
Bordur lans,
There was never a gun on the Bordur run,
Till they shed the blood of a Bordur man.
So the Lindsays,
the Rapsays,
the Scots and the Hayes,
Elliot,
Kers and the Johnsons,
They let their other sword down,
shed the blood of every man,
Who passed that way through the Bordur lands.
Bordur lans,
Bordur lans,
There was never a gun on the Bordur run,
Till they shed the blood of a Bordur man.
Dundee hated all the lords in the south,
His name courted curses from these English mouths,
But they rode as one of the Bordur land,
And left tears and grief in every Bordur house.
Bordur lans,
Bordur lans,
There was never a gun on the Bordur run,
Till they shed the blood of a Bordur man.