Paroles de MacPherson's Rant

Fareweel, ye dungeons dark and strong A lang fareweel tae thee MacPherson's time will no' be lang On yonder gallows tree 'Twas by a woman's treacherous hand That I was condemned tae dee She ca'ed me o'er tae the window sill And a blanket she threw o'er me Chorus: Sae rantin'ly an' sae dauntin'ly Sae wantonly gaed he He played a tune and danced it 'roon Below the gallows tree The Laird o' Grant, oh that hieland sant That first laid hands on me He pleads the cause o' Peter Broon Ach, let MacPherson free "Untie these bands frae off my hands An' bring tae me my sword There's nae a man in a' Scotland I'll brave him at a word" (Chorus) "Oh 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 thro' her the middle" He ta'en the fiddle into both his hands He's brak it o'er a stane Sayin', "No anither hand will play on thee When I am dead and gane" (Chorus) "Oh little did my mither think When first that she cradled me That I would turn tae the rovin' trade And die on gallows tree" Reprieve was comin' o'er the brig o' Banf Tae set MacPherson free They put the clock aye a quarter 'fore And they hanged him frae the tree (Chorus)