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Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong

Farewell, farewell to thee.

Macpherson’s rant will ne’er be lang

On yonder gallows tree.

Sae rantingly, sae wontonly

Sae dauntingly gaed he

He played a tune an' he danced aroon

Beneath the gallows tree.

Well the laird o' Grant, that highlan' sa’nt

That first laid hands on me

He played the cause on Peter Broon

To let Macpherson dee.

Sae rantingly, sae wontonly

Sae dauntingly gaed he

He played a tune an' he danced aroon

Beneath the gallows tree.

By a woman’s treacherous hand

That I was condemned to dee

High on a ledge at a window she stood

And a blanket she threw o’er me.

Sae rantingly, sae wontonly

Sae dauntingly gaed he

He played a tune an' he danced aroon

Beneath the gallows tree.

There’s some come here to see me hanged

And some to buy my fiddle

But before that I do part wi' her

I’ll brak her thro' the middle.

Sae rantingly, sae wontonly

Sae dauntingly gaed he

He played a tune an' he danced aroon

Beneath the gallows tree.

Untie these bands from off my hands

And gie to me my sword

There’s nae a man in a' Scotland

But I’ll brave him at a word.

He took the fiddle into both his hands

And he broke it o’er a stone

Says there’s nae other hand shall play on thee

When I am dead and gone.

O, little did my mother think

When she first cradled me

That I would turn a rovin' boy

And die on the gallows tree.

The reprive was comin' o’er the brig o' Banff

To let Macpherson free

But they pit the clock a quarter afore

And hanged him to a tree.

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