Lyrics

Lock the door, Lariston, lion o' Liddesdale Lock the door, Lariston, Lowther comes on The Armstrongs are flyin' The widows are cryin' Castletown is burnin' and Oliver is gone Lock the door, Lariston, high on the weather gleam See how the Saxon plumes they bob on the sky Yeoman and carbineer Billman and halberdier Fierce is the battle and far is the cry Bewcastle brandishes high his broad scimitar Ridley is riding his fleet-footed grey Hedley and Howard there Wandale and Windermere Lock the door, Lariston, hold them at bay Why dae ye smile, noble Elliot o' Lariston? Why does the joy-candle gleam in your eye? You bold border ranger Beware o' your danger Your foes are relentless, determined, and nigh I hae Mangerton and Ogilvie, Raeburn and Netherby Old Sim o' Whitram and all his array Come all Northumberland Teesdale and Cumberland Here at the Breaken Tower end the affray See how they wane, the proud file o' the Windermere Howard, ah! woe tae yer hopes o' the day! Hear the rude welkin rend While the Scots' shouts ascend Elliot o' Lariston! Elliot for aye!