  Mackintosh was a soldier brave, And of his friends he took his leave, Towards Northumberland he drew, Marching along with a jovial crew. 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 and 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. Adzounds, said Forster, 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, 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. |
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