Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong Farewell, farewell to thee MacPherson's rant will no be long Upon the gallows-tree Sae rantingly, sae wantonly Sae dauntingly gaed he And he sang a tune And danced around Below the gallows-tree Twas by a womans treacherous hand I was condemned to die Beneath a ledge at a window she stood And a blanket she threw oer me Sae rantingly, sae wantonly Sae dauntingly gaed he And he sang a tune And danced around Below the gallows-tree 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 Theres no a man in all Scotland But Ill brave him at a word Theres some come here tae see me hanged And some to buy my fiddle But before I do part wi her Ill brak her thro the middle He took the fiddle in both hands And he broke it oer a stone Says,Theres nae ither hand shall play on thee When I am dead and gone. Sae rantingly, sae wantonly Sae dauntingly gaed he And he sang a tune And danced around Below the gallows-tree 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 oer the brig o Banf Tae let MacPherson free But they set the clock a quarter past four And hanged him tae the tree Sae rantingly, sae wantonly Sae dauntingly gaed he And he sang a tune And danced around Below the gallows-tree