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 