The earl of Mar did vow and swear, That if e’er proud Preston he did come near, Before the right should starve and the wrong stand, He’d blow them into some foreign land. The lord Derwentwater he did say, When he mounted on his dapple grey, I wish that we were at home with speed, For I fear we are all betray’d indeed. Adzounds, said Forster,[59] never fear, For the Brunswick army is not near; If they should come, our valour we’ll show, We will give them the total overthrow. The lord Derwentwater then he found, That Forster drew his left wing round; I wish I was with my dear wife, For now I do fear I shall lose my life. Mackintosh he shook his head, To see the soldiers there lie dead: It is not so much for the loss of those, But I fear we are all took by our foes. Mackintosh was a valiant soldier, He carried his musket on his shoulder: Cock your pistols, draw your rapier, And damn you, Forster, you are a traitor. The lord Derwentwater to Forster did say, Thou hast prov’d our ruin this very day; Thou hast promised to stand our friend, But thou hast proved a rogue in the end. The lord Derwentwater to Litchfield did ride, In his coach, and attendance by his side; He swore if he dy’d by the point of a sword, He’d drink a health to the man he lov’d. Thou Forster has brought us from our own home, Leaving our estates for others to come; Thou treacherous rogue, thou hast betray’d: We are all ruin’d, lord Derwentwater said. The lord Derwentwater he was condemn’d, And near unto his latter end, And then his lady she did cry, My dear Derwentwater he must die. The lord Derwentwater he is dead,[60] And from his body they took his head; But Mackintosh and some others are fled, Who’d set the hat on another man’s head. [58] Mackintosh’s Battalion consisted of thirteen companies of fifty men each. [59] Thomas Forster, jun. of Etherston, near Belford, in Northumberland, member of Parliament of the said county, was made general of the Pretender’s Army; he was taken prisoner at Preston, but afterwards escaped out of Newgate, 1716. [60] James Radclyffe, Earl of Derwentwater, was beheaded on Tower Hill, 24th February, 1715-16. _A FRAGMENT of a Song, on the LORD of DERWENTWATER_. The king has written a broad letter, And seal’d it up with gold; And sent it to the lord of Derwentwater, To read it if he would. He sent it with no boy, no boy, Nor yet with e’er a slave; But he sent it with as good a knight, As e’er a king could have. When he read the three first lines, He then began to smile; And when he read the three next lines, The tears began to sile. VERSES _On a perspective View of Dilston Hall, the Seat of the unfortunate James, Earl of Derwentwater._ How mournful feeble Nature’s tone, When Dilston Hall appears: Where none’s to wait the orphan’s moan, Nor dry the widow’s tears!