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.