The Corries - Derwentwater's Farewell lyrics

Farewell to pleasant Dilston, My father's ancient seat, A stranger must now call thee his, Which gars my heart to greet; Farewell each friendly well known face My heart has held so dear, My tenants now must leave their lands, Or hold their lives in fear. No more along the banks of Tyne I'll rove in autumn grey, No more I'll hear at early dawn The lav'rocks wake the day; And who shall deck the hawthorn bower Where my fond children strayed? And who, when spring shall bid it flower, Shall sit beneath the shade? 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; But 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, farewell, my lady dear, Ill, ill, thou councell'dst me, I never more may see the babe That smiles at your knee; Then fare ye well brave Widdrington And Foster ever true; Dear Shaftsbury and Errington Receive my last adieu. And fare thee well my bonny grey steed That carried me aye so free, I wish I'd been asleep in my bed Last time I mounted thee; The warning bell now bids me cease, My trouble's nearly oer, Yon sun that rises from the sea Shall rise on me no more. And when the head that wears a crown 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.