Farewell ye dungeons dark and strong A wretch's destiny McPherson's life will no be long On yonder gallows tree Sae rantingly, sae wantingly, sae undauntedly gaed he He played a tune and he danced around Below the gallows tree There's some come here for to see me hung And some to buy my fiddle But before that I do part with her I'll break her through the middle He took his fiddle in both of his hands And he broke it o'er a stane Saying "There's nae ither hand shall play on thee When I am dead and gane" Take these binds frae off my hands And gi' to me my sword For there's no other man in all th' land But I'd brave him at his word The reprieve was coming o'er the Brigg of Banff For to set McPherson free But they put the clock up a quarter before And they hanged him from a tree Sae rantingly, sae wantingly, sae undauntedly gaed he He played a tune and he danced around Below the gallows tree And then fareweel light and sunshine bright And all beneath the sky And let fate distain to speak his name The wretch that fears to die |