FAREWELL, ye dungeons dark and strong,
The wretchs destinie!
MPhersons time will not be long
On yonder gallows-tree.
Chorus.Sae rantingly, sae wantonly,
Sae dauntingly gaed he;
He playd a spring, and dancd it round,
Below the gallows-tree.
O, what is death but parting breath?
On many a bloody plain
Ive 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 theres no a man in all Scotland
But Ill brave him at a word.
Sae rantingly, &c.
Ive livd a life of sturt and strife;
I die by treacherie:
It burns my heart I must depart,
And not avengèd 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.