22 COUNTESS OF DERWENT WATER. 



Then war-steeds pranc'd, and banners danc'd, 

 And warlike men came late and early, 



With white cockades, and glittering blades, 

 To fight for the Prince they lov'd so dearly. 



When the Lady fair, with playful smile, 

 Held forth her hand, so white and pearly 



" My gallant Lord, give me your sw'ord, 



And I'll fight for the Prince we love so dearly." 



His lion valour thus arous'd, 



Unto his lady said right fairly 

 " A RadcliftVs name and a KadclifiVs fame, 



Shall live with the Prince we love so dearly." 



The Earl of Mar, like the god of war, 

 With his kilted clansmen marching rarely, 



To the sound of drum and the pibroch's strum, 

 Went to fight for the Prince they lov'd BO dearly. 



At Preston town, for his Prince and crown, 

 So dauntlessly fought Derwentwater ; 



But by false friends and treachery, 

 The brave and true had to surrender.* 



* The news of the intended surrender filled the great 

 body of the common soldiers with the deepest indigna- 

 tion. The Highlanders especially were terribly enraged, 

 and declared they would die sword in hand, and insisted 

 on making an attempt to cut their way through the 

 B-oyal forces. Had Mr Forster (the leader of the 

 Northern army) appeared in the streets, he would have 

 been slain, though he had had an hundred lives. As it 



