MacPherson's Farewell



Fareweel, ye dungeons dark and strong,

Fareweel, Fareweel tae thee.

MacPherson's time will nae be lang

On yonder gallows tree.



CHO: Sae rantin'ly, sae wantonly

Sae dauntin'ly gaed he

He played a tune and danced it roon'

Below the gallows tree.



'Twas by a woman's treacherous hand

That I was condemned to dee.

Below a ledge at a window she stood

And a blanket she threw o'er me.



The Laird o' Grant, that hieland sant

That first laid hands on me,

He played the cause on Peter Broon

Tae let MacPherson free.



Untie these bands frae off my hands

And gie to me my sword.

There's no' a man in all Scotland

But I'll brave him at a word.



There's some come here tae see me hanged

And some to buy my fiddle.

But before I do part wi' her

I'll brak her thro' the middle.



He took the fiddle in both of his hands

And he broke it o'er a stone.

Says,"There's nae ither hand shall play on thee

When I am dead and gone."



O little did my mother think

When first she cradled me,

That I would turn a rovin' boy

And die on the gallows tree.



The reprieve was comin' o'er the brig o' Banf

Tae let MacPherson free,

But they pit the clock a quarter before

And hanged him tae the tree.



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