LOCK THE DOOR LAIRISTOUN 

Brian Johnstone - Vocal & boudrahn. Gail Gibbard - N.S.P. 

1. Lock the door Lairistoun, Lion o' Liddiesdale,
Lock the door Lairistoun. Lowther, come on!
The Armstrongs are flyin', yer widows are cryin',
Castleton is burnin' and Oliver is gone.

2. Lock the door Lairistoun, high on the weather gleam
See how the Saxon plumes sae braw 'gainst the sky!
Yeoman and Cavalier, Billman and Halbidier,
fierce is the battle, and far is the cry-!

3. Bewcastle brandishes high his proud scimitar,
Ridley is riding his fleet-footed grey.
Hindley and Howard there, wander the Windermere
Lock the door Lairistoun, hold them at bay.

4. Why do ye smile noble Elliot o' Lairistoun?
Why does the joy candle gleam in yer eye?
Ye bold Border Ranger, beware o' yer danger,
Yer foes are relentless determined and -aye---! 

5. -I hae Mangerton and Ogilvie, Raburn and Netherby,
Auld Sim o' Whitram and a' his array:
Come a' Northumberland, Teesdale and Cumberland,
here at the Brechin Tower, them be affray! 
See how they wane the proud fires o' the Windermere,
Howard, ah woe tae yer hopes o' the day!
Here the rude welkin ring, while the Scot's shouts are sent
-"ELLIOT O' LAIRISTOUN, ELLIOT FOR AYE-"!!!