ye dungeons dark and strong
Fareweel, fareweel to thee
MacPherson's song will not be long
Upon the gallows tree.
Sae rantonly, sae wantonly,
Sae dauntingly played he.
He played a tune and he danced a-roon,
Below the gallows tree.
was by a woman's treacherous hand
That I was condemned to die
Below a ledge at a window she stood
And a blanket she threw o'er me.
Laird o'Grand that Highland sant
That first laid hand on me
He played the cause on Peter Bron
To let MacPherson dee.
these bands from off my hands
And gie to me my sword
An' there's no' a man in all Scotland
But I'll brave him at a word.
some come here to see me hang,
And some to buy my fiddle
But before that I do part wi' her
I'll brake her thro' the middle
took the fiddle into both his hands
And he broke it o'er a stone
Says, There's na 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.
reprieve was comin' o'er the brig o' Banff
To let MacPherson free;
But they pit the clock a quarter before
And hanged him to the tree.