FAREWELL to pleasant Dilston Hall, | |
| My father’s ancient seat; | |
| A stranger now must call thee his, | |
| Which gars my heart to greet. | |
| Farewell each kindly well-known face, | 5 |
| My heart has held so dear: | |
| My tenants now must leave their lands, | |
| Or hold their lives in fear. | |
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| No more along the banks of Tyne | |
| I’ll rove in autumn gray; | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| Receive my last adieu. | |
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| 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. | 20 |
| Farewell, farewell, my lady dear, | |
| Ill, ill thou counsell’dst me: | |
| I never more may see the babe | |
| That smiles upon thy knee. | |
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| And fare thee well, my bonny grey steed, | 25 |
| 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; | 30 |
| Yon sun that rises from the sea | |
| Shall rise on me no more. | |
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| Albeit that here in London town | |
| It is my fate to die, | |
| O carry me to Northumberland, | 35 |
| 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. | 40 |
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| And when the head that wears the crown | |
| Shall be laid low like mine, | |
| Some honest hearts may then lament | |
| For Radcliffe’s fallen line. | |
| Farewell to pleasant Dilston Hall, | 45 |
| My father’s ancient seat; | |
| A stranger now must call thee his, | |
| Which gars my heart to greet. | |
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