MACPHERSON’S FAREWELL.
Tune—“M’Pherson’s Rant.”
[This vehement and daring song had its origin in an older and inferior strain, recording the feelings of a noted freebooter when brought to “Justify his deeds on the gallows-tree” at Inverness.]
I.
Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,
The wretch’s destinie!
Macpherson’s time will not be long
On yonder gallows-tree.
Sae rantingly, sae wantonly,
Sae dauntingly gaed he;
He play’d a spring, and danc’d it round,
Below the gallows-tree.
II.
Oh, what is death but parting breath?
On many a bloody plain
I’ve dar’d his face, and in this place
I scorn him yet again!
III.
Untie these bands from off my hands,
And bring to me my sword;
And there’s no a man in all Scotland,
But I’ll brave him at a word.
IV.