MacPherson's Lament

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"Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong, the wretch's destiny!
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MacPherson's rant will no' be long on yonder gallows tree."
                         
						 
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Sae rantingly-sae wantonly- sae dauntingly gaed he!
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He played a tune, and he danced aroon below the gallows tree.

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"My father was a gentleman of fame and honor high.
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O mother, would you ne'er had borne a son so doomed to die!
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O, little did my mother think, when first she cradled me,
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That I would turn to a roving boy and die on the gallows tree!"

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 break her through the middle!"
He took his fiddle in both his hands, and he broke it o'er a stone,
Saying, "There's no other hands shall play on thee, when I am dead and gone!" 

Chorus

"Take off these bands from off my hands, and give to me my sword;
And there's no' a man in all Scotland but I'll brave him at a word!
"For what is death but parting breath? On many a bloody plain
I've dared his face, and, in this place, I'll scorn him yet again!"

Chorus

"But vengeance did I never wreak, when power was in my hand;
And you, dear friends, no vengeance seek-it is my last command." 
A reprieve was coming o'er the Brig o' Banff to set MacPherson free,
But they set the clock a quarter before and hanged him from a tree.

Chorus