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110 JACOBITE
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.
Albeit that here in London town
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.
And when the head that wears the crown,
Shall be laid low like mine,
Some honest hearts may then lament
For RadcliiFs fallen line.
Farewell to pleasant Ditson Hall,
My father's ancient seat ;
A stranger now must call thee his,
Which gars my heart to greet. *
* This Song was communicated to the Ettrick Shepherd by Robert
Surtees, Esq, of Mainsforth, with the following commentary :— " I
send you all I can recover of this, just as I had it. As it seems to me
that there is an hiatus at the end of the first twelve lines, there cer-
tainly needs some connection to bring in ' Then fare thee well, brave
Witherington,' &c — Perhaps the following lines may nearly express
the sentiments that would have arisen in unison with the preceding
ideas : —
' And who shall deck the hawthorn bower
Where my fond childhood strayed ?
And who, when spring shall bid it flower,
Shall sit beneath the shade ?
With me the Radcliff's name must end,
And seek the silent tomb,
And many a kinsman, many a friend,
With me must meet their doom.
Of the victims who perished in this rash enterprise, none fell more
lamented than the young and generous Derwentwater. It is usually