Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong
The wretch's destinie
M'Pherson's time will not be long
On yonder gallows-tree
O, what is death but parting breath?
On many a bloody plain
I've dared his face, and in this place
I scorn him yet again
Sae rantingly, sae wantonly
Sae dauntingly gaed he
He played a tune, and danced it round
Below the gallows-tree
It was by a woman's treacherous hand
That I was condemned to dee
She stood abin a windae ledge
And a blanket threw o'er me
Untie these bands from off my hands
And bring me to my sword
And there's no a man in all Scotland
I'll brave him at a word
Sae rantingly, sae wantonly
Sae dauntingly gaed he
He played a tune, and danced it round
Below the gallows-tree
I've lived a life of sturt and strife
I die by treacherie
It burns my heart I must depart
And not avenged be
Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright
And all beneath the sky
May coward shame distain his name
The wretch that dares not die (come on)
Sae rantingly, sae wantonly
Sae dauntingly gaed he
He played a tune, he danced aroon
Allow the gallows-tree
Sae rantingly, sae wantonly
Sae dauntingly gaed he
He played a tune, he danced aroon
Below the gallows-tree
He played a tune, he danced aroon
Below the gallows-tree
