Lock The Door Lariston

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! --- Lock The Door Lariston - The Corries