The Reivers © Alan G Brydon, David J Chapman
Listen, can ee hear the sound? Enough tae make ye shiver The whining gales are widow’s wails That haunt oor dales forever
Its been fower hunder years and mair Since sounds o’ Reivers filled the air Nae longer bound tae pay black meale Nae raids by night wi clash of steel
But though the men who rode are gone A ghostly spirit marches on Frae Langholm’s Esk tae Teviotside A troupe of phantom Rievers ride
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Fire in the engine Like blood in their veins The cross-border Reivers Are riding again Fighting for vengeance Cut tae the bain The Reivers are Riding - Again
A hunder horses, border bred Snortin steeds yet never fed Wi banshee noise tae wake the dead As if by Johnny Armstrong led
Steel horses pull a mighty team The engine builds a head o’ steam The wheels are squealing on the rails Steel bonnets marching, hard as nails
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Riding by a Rievers moon St Marys Loch reflects it doon The horsemen charge on through the night Silver shadows glimmer bright
Horses wakened from a dream Wi flarin’ nostrils belchin steam The thunder cracks, and abin it a’ Ye can hear the phantom whustle blaw
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An' if among the hills ye bide When ye’r tucked up warm inside Ye’ll hear the scream o the thundering train The ghostly Reivers The ghostly Reivers The ghostly Reivers ride again!
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