Lord Allenwater / Lord Derwentwater
Lord Allenwater was collected by Ralph Vaughan Williams from E.A. Stears of Horsham, Sussex, in 1904. Shirley Collins, accompanied by Dolly Collins on flute organ and piano, Philip Pickett playing cornet and Michael Gregory playing percussion, sang it on the Collins sisters' album For As Many As Will. This recording was also included in 1992 on their anthology Fountain of Snow. A 1981 live recording from Holland with Julie Carter, vocals, and Jim Younger, concertina, was published in 2000 on her anthology Within Sound.
Shirley Collins commented in the first album's notes:
James Ratcliffe, third Earl of Derwentwater, was beheaded on Tower Hill, February 24th, 1716, for his part in the Jacobite uprising of 1715. The entire story has been handed down as factual—as if it really happened. And other legends have sprung up around the event. It was said that on the night he was executed, the rivers on his estates ran blood, and that the Northern Lights shone more brightly that night than they ever had before; from then they were locally called “Lord Derwentwater's Lights”.
Dr Faustus sang Lord Ellenwater in 2005 on their Fellside CD Wager.
Sarah Morgan sang Lord Derwentwater in 2009 on The Askew Sisters and Craig Morgan Robson's WildGoose album The Axford Five. Her version was originally collected by George Gardiner in 1907 from Sarah Goodyear of Axford.
See also the song Derwentwater's Farewell (Roud 2616).
Shirley Collins sings Lord Allenwater
The King has wrote a long letter
And sealed it up with gold,
And sent it unto Lord Allenwater
To read it if he could.
The first two lines Lord Allenwater read
They struck him with surprise,
And the next two lines Lord Allenwater read
Made tears fall from his eyes.
He goes up to his gay lady
As she in child bed lay,
And says, “To London I must go,
I'm sure there is great need.”
“Well, if to London you must go,
Before you go away
Make your will, my dear,” she said,
“Lest you should go astray.”
“Well, I will leave my only son
My houses and my land;
And I will leave my dear wedded wife
Ten thousand pounds in hand.”
And he goes out to his stable groom
To saddle his milk-white steed;
Said, up to London he might ride,
“I'm sure there is great need.”
And he put a foot into the stirrup,
The other across his steed;
And the gay gold rings from his fingers burst,
His nose began to bleed.
And as he was riding along the road
His horse caught against a stone.
“Oh, there's signs and tokens enough I've seen,
I'm sure I'll never return.”
And as he was a-riding up a merry London street
So close up the fair Whitehall,
Oh, the lords and the ladies stood looking hard,
And a traitor he was called.
“No traitor at all,” Lord Allenwater said,
“No traitor at all,” cried he,
“Why, I vow I can find you three score men
To fight for King Georgie.”
Then it's up and bespoke a grey-headed man,
A broad axe in his hand,
“Oh deliver your soul, Lord Allenwater,
Your life's at my command.”
“My life I do not value too,
My life I will give unto thee,
And the black velvet coat that I have on my back,
You take that for your fee.
There's forty pounds in one pocket,
Pray give it unto the poor,
And there's forty-five in the other one,
Pray give it from door to door.”
And he laid his head upon the block,
The man gave a mighty blow.
“Now there lies the head of a traitor,” he said,
But it answered and it said—“No!”