The Lion of Liddesdale


Accustomed to warfare since the days of Edward I, the Border Clans had fine-tuned their survival techniques. And over the centuries, only the hardiest and most alert of these people remained alive.







William Elliot of Larriston was a knight that lived in the border area. He had a reputation as being a fierce and courageous fighter.


The Elliot's had other ballads written about them, but this is probably my favorite.. The Ballad, written by James Hogg around 1800, gives a clue about what life must have been like on the Borders.... Both the Elliots and the Armstrongs saw much destruction, compliments of whatever King was on the throne of England.

"Lock the Door Larriston"
 (Border Ballad - written by James Hogg, abt.1797)


Lock the door, Larriston, Lion of Liddesdale
Lock the door, Larriston, Lowther comes on
The Armstrongs are flying,
The Widows are crying,
The Castleton's burning and Oliver's gone.

Lock the door, Larriston; high in the weather gleam
See how the Saxon plumes bob in the sky -
Yeoman and carbineer,
Billman and halberdier,
Fierce is the foray and far is the cry.

Bewcastle brandishes high his proud scimitar,
Ridley is riding his fleet-foot grey;
Hedley and Howard there,
Wandale and Windermere,
Lock the door, Larriston, hold them at bay.

Why dost thou smile, noble Elliot of Larriston?
Why does the joy-candle gleam in thine eye?
Thou bold border-ranger
Beware of the danger.
Thy foes are relentless, determined, and nigh.

Jock Elliott raised up his steel bonnet and lookit,
His hand grasped the sword with a nervous embrace;
Oh, welcome, brave foemen,
On earth there are no men
More gallant to meet in the fray or the chase.


Little know you of the hearts I have hidden here;
Little know you of our moss trooper's might;
Linhope and Sorbie true,
Tundhope and Milburn too,
Gentle in manner, but lions in fight.

I have Mangerton, Ogilvie, Raeburn, and Metherble,
Old Sim, of Whitram and all his array.
Come all Northumberland,
Teesdale and Cumberland,
Here at the Breeker Tower end shall the fray.

Scowled the broad sun o'er the links of green Liddesdale,
Red as the beacon-light tipped he the wold;
Many a bold martial eye
Mirror'd that morning sky
Never more oped on his orbit of gold.

Shrill was the bugle's note, dreadful the warrior shout,
Lances and halberts in splinters were torn;
Helmet and haubert then
Brav'd the claymore in vain,
Buckler and armlet in shivers were shorn.

See how they wane, the proud files of the Windermere,
Howard ah! Woe to the hopes of the day;
Hear the wild welkin rend,
While the Scots shouts ascend,
Elliot of Larriston! Elliot for aye!


Many had clans (and people) living in the turbulant border region of Scotland acquired an almost sixth sense when it came to foreseeing danger. They developed an early warning system. They would communicate with each other and send news of comming danger by setting fires on the hill tops and then sending mounted messengers. This was an effective in times of trouble and allowed those that lived in this area to either scatter to the hills or seek safety in the nearest castle or peel tower. It saved many lives...





Little Jock Elliott


Perhaps the most notorious Elliot that had ballads written about him was Little Jock Elliot. Little Jock Elliot was a member of the same powerful border family, (the Elliots of Liddsdale) that William Elliot of Larriston was. Little Jock was the one who wounded the Earl of Bothwell, before he became Mary, Queen of Scot's husband.

"Little Jock Elliot" (Border Ballad)

Wha daur meddle wi' me?
Wha daur meddle wi' me?
My name is little Jock Elliot,
And wha daur meddle wi' me?

I ride on my fleet-footed grey,
My sword hangind doun by my knee,
My name is little Jock Elliot,
And wha daur meddle wi' me?

In raids I ride always the foremost,
My straik is the first in melee,
My name is little Jock Elliot,
And wha daur meddle wi' me?

I ne'er was afraid of a foe,
Or yield I liefer wad die;
My name is little Jock Elliot,
And wha daur meddle wi' me?

I've vanquished the Queen's Lieutenant,
And garr'd her troopers flee;
My name is little Jock Elliot,
And wha daur meddle wi' me?

Wha daur meddle wi' me?
Wha daur meddle wi' me?
My name is little Jock Elliot,
And wha daur meddle wi' me?



Bothwell's meeting with Little Jock Elliot

In the mid 16th century, the level of violence on the Border was such that the Earl of Bothwell was dispatched with a strong force to Liddesdale to deal with the troublemakers. He arrived at Hermitage Castle about the same time as Mary arrived in Jedburgh to attend court and deal with wrongdoers. She arrived in Jedburgh 9th October 1566.

Bothwell initially met with some success. He apprehended the Armstrong lairds of Mangerton and of Whithaugh who were known to be active reivers. While searching for others he came upon one named Little Jock Elliot who was wanted for many offences. One account states that Bothwell had, at that time momentarily, become separated from his men. Eventhough, he still challenged Elliot alone and succeeded in shooting him in the leg. After wounding Elliot, Bothwell dismounted and approached Elliot thinking him completely disabled. Jock being very much alive, rose up and struck Bothwell a mighty blow with his two handed sword.

Other sources say that after Bothwell was in pursuit of Little Jock and had wounded him in the hip when his horse became bogged down. Little Jock seeing Brothwell's problem then turned his steed, rode back to Bothwell and stabbed him with his dagger or sword. And still another account claims that Brothwell knocked Little Jock off his horse then came to finish him off but found he was not quite as helpless as he thought and claim Elliot rose and struck him with his sword. Whatever the case Brothwell was left for dead. Bothwell's men then took him to Hermitage Castle and Jock made his escape.

Bothwell's men found him severely injured and bore him to nearby Hermitage. When they arrived, they found that the prisoners they had taken earlier at Hermitage, mainly Armstrongs, had overpowered their guards and taken over the castle. They refused to allow the injured Bothwell to enter. Led by Robert Elliot of the Shaws, the reivers negotiated with Bothwell who agreed to free all the prisoners and to grant them amnesty. Lying injured without medical help, Bothwell was probably past caring they assumed. His party were allowed into the castle where his wounds were attended to.

Mary and her trip to Hermitage
When news reached Mary that Bothwell had been seriously hurt and was at Hermitage, she decided to go to there herself to see him. Accompanied by her half brother Moray and small group of other officials, she set off on the long and hazardous journey to Hermitage. The route took the party over huge tracts of open moorland and bog. It was difficult terrain and the weather bad. Mary's horse stumbled numerous times in the bog. On one occasion she lost her watch and other possessions. When she finally got there she only visited for a short time. Of the three possible routes to Hermitage, Mary selected the longest to avoid being seen. For 300 years Mary's watch lay where she had dropped it, until it was picked up by a farm worker digging a drainage channel. It had been well preserved and is now on display at QM House in Jedburgh.

Because of this encounter that the Elliots had with James Hepburn, Earl of Bothwell, Mary was furious. Her revenge - a royal force of nearly 4,000 men devastated the lands of the Ellots and their neighbours in that same year, 1569.

The Elliots were less numerous than the Armstrongs with whom they were frequently allied, but were "as predatory as any clan on the border", many sources proclaim. Occasionally under English protection, the Elliot's received a subsidy from Queen Elizabeth during their feud with the Scotts - It is not yet clear exactly why. Notable Elliot names during this turbulent period were: Martin Elliot of Braidley, Little Jock of the Park, Robin of Redheuch, Archie Fire the Braes, William of Lariston, Martin's Gibb.

Armstrongs: or Armstrang held lands both in the English West March and the Scottish East March. The Armstrongs were the most feared riding clan on the frontier. By 1528 they could put 3000 men into the saddle. In the middle 1500's the whole populaton of Scotland was only a little over 300,000. So it is obvious why this clan was feared. Some of the famous Armstrong reiving names are Johnnie Armstrong, Kinmont Willie Armstrong, Sim the Laird, Ill Will Armstrong and Sandie his son, Dick of Dryhope, Jock of the Side.

Constant incidents kept the border up in arms. In 1508 the "Warden of the Middle Marches, Sir Robert Kerr, was investigating grievances under the terms of the truce between England and Scotland when he was murdered by three Englishmen. These men were Heron, Lilburn and Starhead. Heron came from one of the most turbulent border families. Lilburn was caught, but the others escaped. In 1513 the Warden of the Marches, Hume, raided Northumberland with a force of 6,000 men. On the way home with their plunder, they were confronted by English forces and the ensuing battle did not prove well for the Scots. This was called the Ill Raid and it prompted James IV to step up his strategy to teach the English a lesson. This Ill Raid led to the famous battle of Flodden where James himself and many other Scottish Nobles were killed, in 1513.




Johnny Armstrong of Gilnockie



Johnny Armstrong of Gilnockie or Gilnockie as he was sometimes called, was the second chief of the Armstrong clan, brother of Thomas, Laird of Mangerton. He was probably the most famous of all the Border reivers, dreaded on the English side of the Border, but dearly loved and much admired by his people. He was also a highly respected and gifted chief and was well-known. Johnny had established a very successful and lucrative "protection racket" which extended into England as far south as the River Tyne. Everyone that lived or often traveled in this region paid tribute to him for safety and protection.

In the early to mid 1500's there was much disorder in Scotland. King James V was determined to re-establish the rule of law. Some of these brutal tatics that he now used was in reaction to a long suffered mistreatment and bitter resentment and anger and against the border clans (Armstrongs included) - They were in support of the Chief of the Red Douglases, Archibald, the 6th Earl of Angus. Archibald, had held James against his will a few years earlier, a power play for control. Archibald came into this position after, the mother of James, Margaret divorced him in 1526. The Red Douglas in effect ruled Scotland until 1528. After James escaped inprisonment, from Falkland Palace, he immediately rallied support. In 1528, James ordered the attack of Tantallon with heavy gun and an army of 20,000 men. The castle withstood 20 days of seige until the attackers gave up and retreated. The Earl himself, it is said then went into exhile and his lands were declared forfeit to the Crown.

It was late Summer, the year 1531, King James left from Edinburgh, escorted by a strong force, he set off to go hunting in Ettrick forest. James still held much resentment... His real purpose was not a hunting excursion... On the way, several prominent outlaws were caught and sent back to Edinburgh where they were executed. Eventually, King James V and his men, encamped at Caerlanrig near Teviothead, and invited the chiefs or leaders of the principal reiving clans to meet him. He gave them assurances of his sincerity and promised that their lives would be spared if they were prepared to "submit themselves to their King", as he put it.

Gilnockie, apparently, was among those invited. Considering his experience and astuteness, he must have been quite sure of his safety. Confidently, Gilnockie set off from Langholm Castle accompanied by an entourage of about 50 men, included Elliots, Littles and Irvines. They prepared well for the meeting equipping themselves in the very best attire and rode north.



Narrows of Moss Paul were Johnny and his men 
were ambushed
Passing through the narrows of Moss Paul, Johnny and his men were ambushed by a waiting detachment of the king's horsemen who escorted them to Caerlanrig. At Caerlanrig, they were brought before James who, when he saw them so finely attired, expressed much anger that they should surpass the king in finery of clothing. The King asked;' What wants yon knave that a king should have'.

In very little time it became very clear that the king had no intention of granting any pardon and he ordered that Gilnockie and his companions be taken away and hanged. Gilnockie did not plead for their lives but tradition states that he did offer many inducements if their lives were spared; as Johnny was a powerful and wealthy chief and could offer much. However, it soon became clear that the king would not be swayed and proudly he said :

'I am but a fool to seek grace in a graceless face, but if I had known, sir, that you would have taken my life this day, I would have lived upon the Border in spite of King Harry (Henry VIII) and you both and would have don my best horse with gold to know that I was condemned to die this day'.

And so they were led away outside and he and all his men were hanged.



There is no official record in Scotland or in London of a trial, and it is quite clear that no trial took place. The previous year, 1530, the people of Eskdale had received remission and there is no reason for believing that any further charges had been brought against Gilnockie. He and his followers were reprehensibly betrayed and were hanged without any pretext of a trial.



Caerlanrig, the railed enclosure were the graves of Johnny Armstrong and his followers were burried
At Caerlanrig, beside the church and within a railed enclosure are the graves of Johnny Armstrong and his numerous followers, hanged without trial by the boy king James V, in 1531. Gilnockie was lamented throughout the Borders. Many said that -- He was as good a chief as any on the Borders. It is said that he never harmed one Scottish man. Tradition reports that the trees used for the hangings wilted and died after the bodies were cut down. From Caerlanrig the King next journeyed to Priesthaugh on Allan Water. He had hoped to accomplish the same task there. He had arranged to meet representatives of the Elliot family.. The Elliots, however, wisely declined to attend. Death of Gilnockie occurred in November 1531. The murder of Gilnockie and his men caused, first, disbelief and then rage, not only with the local clans but throughout much of the borders. Clans came out in open rebellion against James. Even the Border barons themselves turned against him.

While there are no contemporary accounts of the arrangements that were made for this meeting, it is impossible to believe that Gilnokie would have deliberately submitted himself, and his men, to the king's authority unless he had received irrefutable assurances from the king of safe conduct. This act resulted in widespread condemnation by so many, even by those close to the king, turned on him. James V made many bad judgments and his injustice has earned him the contempt of many. He died when only 30, it is said, of shame. He left a week old daughter who latter became the infamous - Mary, Queen of the Scots.




Jane Elliot of Minto (1727 - 1805)



"Flowers of the Forest" was balad written by Jane Elliot, to commemorate the battle of Flodden where so many Scottish nobles including Robert Elliott of Redheugh died. Gilbert Elliot( 1693-1766), who attained the title of Lord Justice Clerk of Scotland was the father of Jane. Robert Elliot, the 13th Chief who died in the Battle of Flodden in 1513, along with King James IV. Much of Scottish nobility died in this battle along with them. Robert Elliot (Ellot or Elwold) was documented as being the 13th chief of the Clan, at this time; he was killed as were 3 of his sons....
"Flowers of the Forest" (border ballad)

I've heard them liltin', at the ewe milkin,'
Lasses a-liltin' before dawn of day.
Now there's a moanin', on ilka green loanin'.
The flowers of the forest are a' wede away.

As boughts in the mornin', nae blithe lads are scornin',
Lasses are lonely and dowie and wae.
Nae daffin', nae gabbin', but sighin' and sobbin',
Ilk ane lifts her leglin, and hies her away.

At e'en in the gloamin', nae swankies are roamin',
'Mang stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play.
But ilk maid sits drearie, lamentin' her dearie,
The flowers of the forest are a' wede away.

In har'st at the shearin' nae youths now are jeerin'
Bandsters are runkled, and lyart, or grey.
At fair or at preachin', nae wooin', nae fleecin',
The flowers of the forest are a' wede away.

Dool for the order sent our lads to the Border,
the English for ance by guile wan the day.
The flowers of the forest, that fought aye the foremost,
The prime of our land lie cauld in the clay.

We'll hae nae mair liltin', at the ewe milkin',
Women and bairns are dowie and wae.
Sighin' and moanin' on ilka green loanin',
The flowers of the forest are all wede away.