Thomas Raw

Near Wharnley-Burn farm in the Derwent valley

In a lonely grave on the crest of a hill lies Thomas Raw

He was what they call a moss-trooper

A breed of desperado, who lived outside the law

Well he lived on the land that his fore- fathers ploughed on

When the Prince Bishops called he fought on their side

But when times were hard Thomas took to stealing

And soon his reputation, it spread both far and wide

Well he knew the woods and he knew all the hiding places

From Allansford to Blanchland and beyond