MacPherson's Rant

"Farewell, ye dungeons, dark and strang A lang farewell tae thee" MacPherson's time'll no be lang On yonder gallows tree "It was by a woman's treacherous hand That I was condemned tae dee Aye, she called me over to the windowsill And a blanket she through o'er me" Aye, sae rantingly and sae dauntingly Sae wantingly gade he He played a tune and he danced it aroon' Below the gallows tree Aye, that Laird of Grant, oh that heilan' Sant Who first laid hands on me He pleads the clause o' Peter Broon "Let Macpherson dee" "Untie the bands fae off my hands And bring to me my sword" 'Cause there's no another man in all of Scotland That'll brave him at a word Aye, sae rantingly and sae dauntingly Sae wantingly gade he He played a tune and he danced it aroon' Below the gallows tree "Well, there's some come here now to see me hang And some to buy my fiddle But before that I do part with her I'll brak her o'er the middle" Aye, he's taken the fiddle into baith his hands And he's brakin' it o'er a stane Saying "There's no another's going to play on her When I am dead and gane" Aye, sae rantingly and sae dauntingly Sae wantingly gaed he He played a tune and he danced it aroon' Below the gallows tree "Well, little did my mother think When first that she cradled me That I would turn to the roving trade And die on the gallows tree" A reprieve was coming o'er the Brig o' Bamff For to set MacPherson free So, they put the clock there a quarter afore And they hanged him from the tree Aye, sae rantingly and sae dauntingly Sae wantingly gade he He played a tune and he danced it aroon' Below the gallows tree Aye, sae rantingly and sae dauntingly Sae wantingly gade he He played a tune and he danced it aroon' Below the gallows tree Aye, sae rantingly and sae dauntingly Sae wantingly gade he He played a tune and he danced it aroon' Below the gallows tree