MacPherson's Rant Lyrics

"Fareweil ye dungeons dark an strang Fareweil, fareweil tae ye MacPherson's time'll no be lang On yonder gallows tree" Sae rantinlie, sae wantonlie Sae dauntonlie gaed he He played a tune an danced it aroun Ablaw yon gallows tree "Untie these bands frae aff ma hauns An gie tae me ma sword Thair's no a man in aa Scotlan But A'll fecht him at a word" "Thair's some cam here tae see me hing An some tae buy ma fiddle But afore that ere A pairt wi her A'll brak her thro the middle" He's taen the fiddle intae baith o's hauns An brak it ower a stane Sayin "Nae ither haun sall play on thee Whan A'm deid an gane" The reprieve wis comin ower the brig o Banff Tae set MacPherson free But they pit the clock a quarter afore An hinged him frae the tree