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MacPherson's Farewell 
MacPherson's Farewell 
Fareweel, ye dungeons dark and strong, Fareweel, Fareweel tae thee. MacPherson's time will nae be lang On yonder gallows tree. 
CHO: 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. 
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. There's no' a man in all Scotland But I'll brave him at a word. 
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. 
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." 
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' o'er the brig o' Banf 
Tae let MacPherson free, But they pit the clock a quarter before And hanged him tae the tree.