Hear the wild welkin rend, Lock the door, Lariston, lion of The widows are cryin'.                                     Thy foes are relentless, determined, Shrill was the bugle's note,                                     Never more oped on his orbit of                                         While the Scots' shouts ascend, 'Little know you of the hearts I LOCK THE DOOR, LARISTON (Traditional) The Corries 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 gleams See how the Saxon plumes They bon on the sky …                                     His hand grasped the sword with a                                     See how the Saxon plumes bob on the Old Sim of Whitram, and all his (Scott) good taste rendered popular.' cry. gold! Lion O' Liddesdale. day! nervous embrace; Many … Castletown is burnin' and Oliver is gone. merit whatsoever, excepting a jingle of names, which Sir Walter's Jock Elliot raised up his steel Lowther comes on. comes on,

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Lock the door Lariston. Lock the door Lariston. of Lariston? Lock the Door…                                     Lock the door, Lariston, hold them Lock the door Lariston.                                         'Ah, welcome, brave foeman, Why do the joy-candles gleam in                                         Braved the claymore in vain,                                         Wandale and Windermere -                                     Buckler and armlet in shivers were woe to thy hopes of the                                         Hedley and Howard there,                                     Red as beacon-light tipp'd he the and nigh. fight! wold; at bay. sky,                                     Here at the Breaken Tower end shall have hidden here, scimitar, The Armstrongs are flyin'. chase!                                     Lances and halberds in splinters                                     Howard - Ah! 'I've Mangerton, Gornberry, Raeburn, dreadful the warrior shout,                                     The Castletown's burning, and LOCK THE DOOR, LARISTON - Lyrics - International Lyrics Playground.                                         Yeoman and carbinier, aye!'

Many of the surnames which appear in this song were well known in the Borders. bonnet and lookit,                                         Come all Northumberland, grey, shorn.                                         Their widows are crying, See how they wane, the proud files                                     'Elliot of Lariston, Elliot for There, the warlike clans raided, fought and skirmished constantly, resulting in a land that had little peace or security. This song was published in a volume of Why doest thou smile, noble Elliot                                         Many a bold martial eye - Lock the door, Lariston The dour, grim fighting which took place almost constantly in the Scottish Borders for centuries is recalled in this song by the Borders poet James Hogg (also known as the "Ettrick Shepherd").                                     More gallant to meet in the foray or                                         Sundhope and Milburn too, Lock the door, Lariston—high on the weather gleam. Lock The Door Lariston Lyrics. See how the Saxon plumes bob on the sky, Yeoman and carbineer, Billman and halberdier; Fierce is the foray, and far is the cry. Lock the door, Lariston - high on the weather gleam.                                         Billman and halberdier; Liddlesdale, he was actually born in November. Copyrighted poems are the property of the copyright holders. moss-troopers' might array:                                         On earth there are no men By registering with PoetryNook.Com and adding a poem, you represent that you own the copyright to that poem and are granting PoetryNook.Com permission to publish the poem. See how the Saxon plumes bob on the sky, Yeoman and carbinier, Billman and halberdier; Fierce is the foray, and far is the cry.
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Bewcastle brandishes high his broad scimitar, Ridley is riding his fleet-footed grey, Hedley and … Bewcastle brandishes high his broad Thou bold Border ranger,                                     Fierce is the foray, and far is the


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