Lock the door, Lariston
Lion of Liddesdale
Lock the door, Lariston
Lowther comes on
The Armstrongs are flying
The widows are crying
Castletown is burning 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 carbiniere
Billman and halberdiere
Fierce is the battle and far is the cry
Bewcastle brandishes high his broad scimitar
Ridley is riding his fleet-footed grey
Hidley and Howard there
Wandale and Windermere
Lock the door, Lariston
Hold them at bay
Why dae ye smile noble Elliot of Lariston
Why does the joy candle gleam in your eye?
You bold border ranger
Beware of your danger
Your foes are relentless
Determined and nigh
I hae Mangerton and Ogilvie
Raeburn and Netherby
Old Sym O'Whitram and all his array
Come all Northumberland
Teesdale and Cumberland
Here at the Brechin Tower end the affray
See how they wane the proud file 'o the Windermere
Howard a woe tae yer hopes o' the day
Hear the rude welking rend
While the Scots' shouts ascend
Elliot O'Lasriston! Elliot for aye!