Papa's Warning

Will Redman is in the final year of his combined honours degree in Creative Writing with Journalism.

The Border Reivers are coming, my boy,

those callous kin are coming.

Through marsh and vale they ride tonight,

they’re wielding dirks in plate.

 

Those callous kin are coming, boy

so light the warning fires.

They’re wielding dirks in plate, my son

so lock up the cattle, bolt the door.

 

Light the warning fires, son,

hide the copper, hide your sister.

Lock up the cattle and bolt the door.

 

The Border Reivers are coming, my boy.

Those callous kin are coming.