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Lyrics: Fareweel, ye dungeons dark and strang Fareweel, fareweel to thee MacPherson's time will no be lang On yonder gallows-tree Sae rantinly, sae wantonly Sae dantinly gaed he! He played a tune and he danced it roon Below the gallows-tree! It was by a woman's treacherous hand That I was condemned t'dee She stood upon a window ledge And a blanket threw over me! Oh what is Death, but parting breath, On many a bloody plain I've seen his face, and in this place, I scorn him yet again! The Laird o'Grant, that Highland sant That first laid hands on me He played the cause of Peter Broom To let MacPherson dee Now some cam here tae see me hanged, And some tae buy my fiddle But before I see her in any ither's hand I'll break her thru the middle So he took his fiddle in both his hands And he broke it o'er a stane Sayin' nae man's hand shall play on thee When I am deid and gane! I have lived a life of storm and strife, I die by treachery. It burns my heart that I must depart And no avenged be! Tak off these bands frae round my hands And gie tae me my sword For there's no a man in all Scotland But I'd brave him at a word! Reprieve was comin' o'er the Brigg of Banff T'set MacPherson free But they put the clock a quarter before And they hanged him at the tree! |
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