Derwentwater’s Fareweel Fareweel to pleasant Bilston Hall My Father's ancient seat A stranger now must call thee his, Which dar's my heart to greet. Fareweel each well known friendly face, My heart has held so dear. My tenants now must leave their lands Or hold their lives in fear. And when the head that wears the crown Shall be laid low like mine Some honest hearts may then amend The Ratcliffe's fallen line. The warning bell now bids me cease; My troubles nearly o'er, Yon sun that rises from the sea, Shall rise on me no more. And fare thee well, George Collingwood, Since fate has put us down. If thou and I have lost our lives, Our king has lost his crown. Fareweel, fareweel, my lady dear Though ill thou counselled me, I never more will see the babe That smiles apon thy knee.
Music; traditional. Content copyright © 2000 held by the author; Ian Hall.
