Fareweel, ye dungeons dark and strong, fareweel, Fareweel tae thee
McPherson's time will nae be lang, on yonder gallows tree
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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
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The Laird o' Grant, that hieland sant, that first laid hands on me
He played the cause on Peter Broon, tae let MacPherson free
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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
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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
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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."
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O little did my mother think, when first she cradled me
That I would turn a rovin' boy, and die on the gallows tree
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The reprieve was comin' o'er the brig o' Banf, tae let McPherson free
But they pit the clock a quarter before, and hanged him tae the tree
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