Macpherson's Farewell Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong Farewell, farewell to thee. Macpherson's rant will ne'er be lang On yonder gallows tree. Chorus: Sae rantingly, sae wontonly Sae dauntingly gaed he He played a tune an' he danced aroon Beneath the gallows tree. It was by a woman's treacherous hand That I was condemned to dee Beneath a ledge at a window she stood And a blanket she threw o'er me. Chorus: Well the laird o' Grant, that highlan' sa'nt That first laid hands on me He played the cause on Peter Broon To let Macpherson dee. Chorus: Untie these bands from off my hands And gie to me my sword There's nae a man in a' Scotland But I'll brave him at a word. Chorus: There's some come here to see me hanged And some to buy my fiddle But before that I do part wi' her I'll brak her thro' the middle. Chorus: He took the fiddle into both his hands And he broke it o'er a stone Says there's nae other hand shall play on thee When I am dead and gone. Chorus: O, little did my mother think When she first cradled me That I would turn a rovin' boy And die on the gallows tree. Chorus: The reprive was comin' o'er the brig o' Banff To let Macpherson free But they pit the clock a quarter afore And hanged him to a tree. Chorus: