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| Scots' Music |
| Lock The Door Lariston |
| Lock the door, Lariston, lion of Liddesdale, Lock the door, Lariston, Lowther comes on. The Armstrongs are flying, the widows are crying, Castletown is burning 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 carbinier, billman and halberdier, Fierce is the foray and far is the cry! Why d'you smile, noble Elliot o' Lariston? Why do the joy candles gleam in your eye? You bold Border ranger, beware of your danger, Your foes are relentless, determined and nigh! "I have Mangerton and Ogilvie, Raeburn and Netherbie, Auld Sim o' Whitram and all his array, Come all Northumberland, Teesdale and Cumberland Here at the Breaken Tower end shall the fray." Scowled the broad sun o'er the links o' green Liddesdale, Red as the beacon-fires tipped he the wold, Many a bold martial eye mirrored that morning sky, Never more oped on its orbit of gold. See how they wane the proud files o' the Windermere. Howard! Ah woe tae your hopes o' the day. Hear the wide welkin rend while the Scots shouts ascend - "Elliot o' Lariston! Elliot for aye!' |
| A simple brief thought on Scottish Independance. Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it? There are only so many slices to a pie, for one to have more, another must have less. Lastly - to those Scottish "Loyalists" - to whom are you loyal? Scots royalty died in the 1700's so it can be no Scots crown - And certainly not it appears to those who came before, that bled for Scotland and her freedom ! |
| In the words of Burns, as he wrote from the heart. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie. Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power, Chains and slaverie. Wha would be a traitor-knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a Slave? Let him turn and flie: Wha for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or free-man fa', Let him follow me. By Oppression's woes and pains! By your Sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud Usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us Do - or Die!!! Choose your destiny. |
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