Farewell to pleasant Dilston Hall,
My father's ancient seat,
A stranger now must 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.
And fare thee well, George Collingwood,
Since fate has put us down,
If thou and I have lost our lives
Or King has lost his crown.
Farewell, farewell, my lady dear,
O, ill thou counsell'dst me;
I never more may see the babe
That smiles upon your knee.
And fare thee well, my bonny gray steed,
That bore me aye so free;
I wish I had been in my bed
When last I mounted thee.
The warning bell now bids me cease,
My trouble's nearly o'er,
The 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 heart 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.
credits
from 52 Folk Songs: Indigo,
released November 1, 2011
Phil Edwards: vocal, D whistle, Bontempi reed organ, recorder, concertina, drum
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