Macphersons Rant - The Corries

Farewell ye dungeons dark and strong

Farewell, farewell tae thee

MacPhersons time will no be lang

On yonder gallow’s tree

It was by a woman’s treachorous hands

That I was condemned to dee

She stood uben a windae ledge

And a blanket threw o’er me

Sae rantingly, sae wantonly

Ans sae dauntingly gaed he

He played a tune and he danced around

Below the gallow’s tree

Oh what is death, but parting breath

On mony a bloody plain

I’ve daur’d his face, and in his place

I scorn him yet again

I have lived a life, o' straught and strife

I die by treachery

It burns my heart, that I must depart

An no avenged be

So tak these bands fae aff my hands

Gae to me my sword

There’s nae a man in a' Scotland

But I’ll brave him at a word

Now farewell light thou sunshine bright

And all beneath the sky

May coward shame distain his name

The wretch that dare not die