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