Kenn Clark

Kenn Clark

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The Riding Stane

Written By: Kenn Clark

THE RIDING STANE

Frae the meetin o’ the waters, tae the Forest’s fairest toun
Your weary frae your traipsin’, in your worn-oot hardy shoon
If you’ve come doon ower the Linglie, or come doon ower Yair
You can make it ‘cross the Ettrick at the Riding Stane

Come a’ ma weary traivellers, no far until your hame,
Wi’ a trapfae o’ your capture and your saddlebags the same
And there your bonnie Mollie runs tae meet you frae Lindean
You can greet her ‘cross the Ettrick at the Riding Stane

And you may travel Eastwards, and you may travel West
But it’s the Ancient Burgh that every Souter lou’es the best
And you aye get that feeling that’s where you will be soon
When you finally cross the Ettrick at the Riding Stane
When you gaun across the Ettrick at the Riding Stane

Reason Far Frae Sane

Written By: Kenn Clark

REASON FAR FRAE SANE

King James the Fourth he waged a war wi’ reason far frae sane
Wantin’ only glory, he should have left Henry alain
He knew not the art of generals, he knew culture, he knew trade
But wi’ foreign friends a-beggin’, a wrong decision was soon made

How could you lead your people, how could you lead them all
How could you lead your people onto Branxton’s marshy haugh
How could you lead your people, how could you lead them all
How could you lead your people, tae the fields where they would fall

He wouldnae heed the warnings o’ the spirits o’ the night
A hundred-thousand stood at Boroughmuir tae join him in his plight
He marched them on to Norham, through Wark and Till and Tweed
The spirits high, the banners flying, they wouldnae change their creed

How could you lead your people, how could you lead them a’
How could you lead your people onto Branxton’s marshy haugh
How could you lead your people, how could you lead them a’
How could you lead your people, tae the fields where they would fall

Come let us rest awhile in this stately house of Ford
And Lady while I bide wi’ you, you will treat me as your Lord
Though I may rob Scotland of her King and Noble Flower
And near ten thousand men on the dawn of her darkest hour

He watched the English cross a bridge in the broad light o’ the day
But attacking wi’ advantage was not the noble way
There were Highlandmen and Lowlandmen wi styles each tae confound
The ‘rapid rush’, the ‘steady spear’ and atwixt nae common ground

How could you lead your people, how could you lead them a’
How could you lead your people onto Branxton’s marshy haugh
How could you lead your people, how could you lead them a’l
How could you lead your people, tae the fields where they would fall