James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
February 24Derwentwaters Farewell
By Old Ballad
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My father’s ancient seat;
A stranger now must call thee his,
Which gars my heart to greet.
Farewell each kindly well-known face,
My heart has held so dear:
My tenants now must leave their lands,
Or hold their lives in fear.
I’ll rove in autumn gray;
No more I’ll hear, at early dawn,
The lav’ rocks wake the day;
Then fare thee well, brave Withrington,
And Forster ever true.
Dear Shaftbury and Errington,
Receive my last adieu.
Since fate has put us down;
If thou and I have lost our lives,
Our king has lost his crown.
Farewell, farewell, my lady dear,
Ill, ill thou counsell’dst me:
I never more may see the babe
That smiles upon thy knee.
That carried me aye so free;
I wish I had been asleep in my bed
The last time I mounted thee.
The warning bell now bids me cease;
My trouble’s nearly o’er;
Yon sun that rises from the sea
Shall rise on me no more.
It is my fate to die,
O carry me to Northumberland,
In my father’s grave to lie:
There chant my solemn requiem
In Hexham’s holy towers,
And let six maids of fair Tynedale
Scatter my grave with flowers.
Shall be laid low like mine,
Some honest hearts may then lament
For Radcliffe’s fallen line.
Farewell to pleasant Dilston Hall,
My father’s ancient seat;
A stranger now must call thee his,
Which gars my heart to greet.