M'Pherson's Farewell

Tune—"M'Pherson's Rant."

     Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,
     The wretch's destinie!
     M'Pherson's time will not be long
     On yonder gallows-tree.

     Chorus.—Sae rantingly, sae wantonly,
     Sae dauntingly gaed he;
     He play'd a spring, and danc'd it round,
     Below the 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, &c.

     Untie these bands from off my hands,
     And bring me to my sword;
     And there's no a man in all Scotland
     But I'll brave him at a word.
     Sae rantingly, &c.

     I've liv'd a life of sturt and strife;
     I die by treacherie:
     It burns my heart I must depart,
     And not avenged be.
     Sae rantingly, &c.

     Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright,
     And all beneath the sky!
     May coward shame distain his name,
     The wretch that dares not die!
     Sae rantingly, &c.