Lyrics:

Lock the door Lariston, lion of Liddisdale
Lock the door Lariston, Lowther comes
The Armstrongs are flying, the widows are crying
Castletown is burning and Oliver is gone
Lock the door Lariston, high on the weather gleams
See how the Saxon plumes they bob on the sky
Yeoman and carbineer, billman and halberdeer
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, Wandell 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 yer eye
Ye bold border ranger, beware o' yer danger
Yer foes are relentless, determined and nigh

I have Magerton and Ogilvie, Raeburn and Netherbie
Old Simm o' Whitram and all his array
Come all Northuberland, 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