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, jovially
Sae dauntingly gaed he;
He played a spring and danced it round, lively tune
Below the gallows tree.
Oh, what is death but parting breath?
On mony a bloody plain