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