Macpherson's Rant

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