Here is Lord Derwentwater from Motherwell.

LORD DERWENTWATER

Our King has wrote a long letter,
And sealed it ower with gold;
He sent it to my lord Dunwaters,
To read it if he could.

He has not sent it with a boy,
Nor with any Scots lord;
But he's sent it with the noblest knight,
E'er Scotland could afford.

The very first line that my lord did read,
He gave a smirkling smile;
Before he had the half of it read,
The tears from his eyes did fall.

"Come saddle to me my horse," he said,
Come saddle to me with speed;
For I must away to fair London town,
For to me there was ne' er more need.'

Out and spoke his lady gay,
In child bed where she lay;
"I would have you make your will, my lord Dunwaters,
Before you go away."

"I leave to you, my eldest son,
My houses and my land;
I leave to you, my youngest son,
Ten thousand pounds in hand.

"I leave to you, my lady gay,
You are my wedded wife;
I leave to you, the third of my estate,
That'll keep you in a lady's life."

They had not rode a mile but one,
Till his horse fell owre a stane ;
"Its a warning good enough," my lord Dunwaters said,
Alive I'll ne'er come hame."

When they came to fair London town,
Into the courtier's hall ;
The lords and knights of fair London town,
Did him a traitor call.

"A traitor, a traitor," says my lord,
"A traitor how can that be ?
An it be nae for the keeping five thousand men;
To fight for King Jamie.

"O all you lords and knights in fair London town,
Come out and see me die;
O all you lords and knights in fair London town,
Be kind to my ladie.

"There's fifty pounds in my right pocket,
Divide it to the poor;
There's other fifty in my left pocket,
Divide it from door to door."


From Motherwell
This is a Jacobite ballad, and refers to the fate of the unfortunate Earl of Derwentwater, who suffered for high treason, in the ill-concerted rising of 1715. It is given from recitation. In the " remains of Nithsdale anti Galloway song," is a fragment, entitled t' Derwentwater," said to be " taken from the recitation of a young girl in the parish of Kirkbean, Galloway," -information as precise as one could reasonably look for, in things of this sort ; but the character which that work has unhappily, but justly, gain. ed for its literary impositions, precludes one from placing any reliance on its statements.        The same fragment is again paraded in Mr Allan Cunningbam's " Songs of Scotland," without the slightest allusion being made to the fact of its being from first to last, a production of his own pen. Now, though it is readily granted, that the poem in question is not so food as some others which the author has written in a similar vein; at the name time, it must be observed, that, thus to impose on the ignorant and the credulous, by giving as the productions of another age, that which he feels reluctant to father as his own bantling, is in itself uncandid and altogether bequeath the noble-mindedness of genius. Of the Lord Derwentwater, Ritson has preserved a song in his Northumberland Garland, in no degree more poetical than the following homely strain. The name given to his lordship by the old woman, from whom the ballad was received, is retained in the text. The Editor has been favoured by Mr Sharpe with another copy of the ballad, containing a few variations not of much importance.

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