#folk song.

[scotianostra]

February 24th 1716 saw the execution of two leading Jacobites, William Gordon, 6th Viscount of Kenmure and James Radclyffe, 3rd Earl of Derwentwater, but not William Maxwell! 

If you remember yesterdays post William had escaped the day before, with the help of his wife  Lady Winifred.

The 1715 Uprising Jacobites threw themselves upon the mercy of Westminster, and were sentenced to death by the Lord Chancellor William Cowper. Only half managed to wrangle mercy from the crown.

Derwent spent part of his youth in exile as the companion of the young James VIII at Saint-Germain-en-Laye. He received permission to return to England in 1709 and quickly established himself as the leader of the Jacobites in Northumberland.

Following his capture at Preston and execution in London he became a tragic hero of songs and ballads. He may have been an Englishman but if the Corries thought him worthy of a song that’s good enough for me.

His partner at the chop, Lord Kenmure, was a Scottish Jacobite. William Gordon was the only son of Alexander Gordon, 5th Viscount of Kenmure of Kenmure Castle and succeeded his father on his death in 1698. He had received a commission from the earl of Mar to raise the Jacobites in the south of Scotland, and first appeared in arms, at the head of 150 horse, on the 11th October, at Moffat, where he proclaimed King James VIII as King. With a Jacobite force he marched into England, and was present at the battle of Preston in Lancashire, on 13th November of the same year.

On the defeat of the rebels and their surrender at discretion, he was conveyed a prisoner to the Tower of London. His trial for high treason took place before the House of Lords on 19th January 1716, when he pleaded guilty, and on 9th February, with the other rebel lords he received sentence of death, and his estates and titles were forfeited to the crown.

On the morning of the 24th February, he was beheaded on Towerhill shortly after Derwent. He expressed his regret for pleading guilty to the charge of high treason, and prayed for “King James.” He presented the executioner with eight guineas, and on laying his head on the block, that “functionary struck it off at two blows.” Not to be outdone by Derwent he also made the folk playlist in O Kenmure’s On And Awa , Willie.

The Corries, tell the story in the song Derwentwater’s Farewell 

Farewell to pleasant Dilston My father's ancient seat A stranger must now 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 No more along the banks of Tyne I'll rove in autumn grey No more I'll hear at early dawn The lav'rocks wake the day; And who shall deck the hawthorn bower Where my fond children strayed? And who, when spring shall bid it flower Shall sit beneath the shade? And fare thee well, George Collingwood Since fate has put us down If thou and I have lost our lives Our King has lost his crown; But when the head that wears the crown Shall be laid low like mine Some honest hearts may then lament For Radcliffe's fallen line Farewell, farewell, my lady dear Ill, ill, thou councell'dst me I never more may see the babe That smiles at your knee; Then fare ye well brave Widdrington And Foster ever true; Dear Shaftsbury and Errington Receive my last adieu And fare thee well my bonny grey steed That carried me aye so free I wish I'd been asleep in my bed Last time I mounted thee; The warning bell now bids me cease My trouble's nearly oer Yon 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 hearts 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

[hairtusk]

'Wool waulking is a traditional Scottish process of finishing and strengthening newly woven woolen fabrics. It is a significant social and cultural activity, often carried out by women in the Highlands of Scotland. The Gaelic songs that are sung during waulking have a distinctive rhythmic pattern that aids in synchronising the work.'

(Video and text via Inverness Outlanders)

[cy-lindric]

Two little paintings : The Witch of the West-Mer-Lands, and the Twa Sisters

[thefugitivesaint]

Jill Karla Schwarz, 'Tam Lin', ''Fairies and Elves'', 1984 Source I'm going to use this post as the perfect opportunity to direct you to my favorite song from the folk band Fairport Convention from their 1969 album 'Liege & Lief', Tam Lin (which, I'm sure, I've posted about at some point)

[soranker]

IMMA DEVIL IMMA BREAK YOU DOWN!!!

[localapparently]

save me, embrace me

[antimony-medusa]

Truly when you have brain rot EVERY song can be about your blorbos.

[cassimothwin]

Carved by Garden cover creation

Carved by the Garden is my single-player tabletop RPG that's live on Kickstarter until August 5!

It's a journaling game that uses a standard deck of playing cards, a tumbling block tower, a six-sided die, and tokens. There is a preview linked on the Kickstarter page.

This is a folk horror game! If you don't know what that means, it's a mix of media inspirations like The Ritual, The Witch, Midsommar and more. There's also a dash of corrupted folklore and of course cryptids. If you love spooky ghost stories set in the woods, please check it out!

[thewatcher0nthewall]

Who do you think send the winds, if not the gods?

Osha, Rickon and Shaggy

[geosaurus]

sinner, you better get ready

[galaghiel]

another one banished to wip hell

[hiort]

гляділа зіллячко, аби ворожити

[suppressiveperson]

The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades Is Out to Get Us!

[burnandshiverconsulting]

Dolly.

[emkini]

Realized I don't post art much here anymore. Have cowboys hualian in which Xie Lian can't find any work because farmers are instantly struck with the simultaneous fears that a) he's going to seduce their wives or b) he's going to seduce them and Hua Cheng is the local demon who no one has ever survived seeing and who definitely doesn't have every single sheriff in the country indebted to him

[pentosesuga]

the song they used in this scene is so unreal like. grand pianos crash together when my boy walks down the street. oh okay, and im supposed to feel normal about that. and then, blue eyes blazing AND HE'S GOING TO BE MY WIFE. WHAT. i feel like debbie novotny i need to lay down