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,[60]
And from his body they took his head;