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!