Subject: On the First Rebellion
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Date: 26 Mar 02 - 07:47 PM
On the First Rebellion Mackintosh was a soldier braave,
And of his friends he took his leave,
Towards Northumberland he drew,
Marching along with 'a 'jovialcrew. The lord Derwentwater he did say,
Five hundred guineas he would lay,
To fight the militia if they would stay,
But they prov'd cowards nad ran away. 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. Adzoundss, said Forster, 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 drawed 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 his soldiers there lye 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, for you are a traytor. The lord Derwentwater to Forster did say,
Thou hast prov'd our ruin this very day;
Thou has promised to stand our friend,
But hou has 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 us betray'd:
We areallruin'd lord Derwentwater said. The lord Derwentwater he was dondemned,
And near unto his latter end,
and then his lady she did cry,
My dear Derwwentwater he must die. The lord Derwentwaterhe is dead,
And form his body they took his head;
But Mackintosh and some others are fled,
Who'd set the hat on another mans head. -Source: The Northumberland Garland;or Newcastle Nightingale., Joseph Ritson,
Newcastle, MDCCXCIII , Harding and Wright, London,1809.
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