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.