The Little Taylor's Wedding/Macpherson's Farewell
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MACPHERSON'S Farewell.
Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,
The wretch's destinie,
M'Pherson's time will not be long,
On yonder gallows-tree.
Sae rantingly, sae wantonly,
Sae dauntingly gaed he,
He play'd a spring and danc'd it round,
Below the gallows tree.
The wretch's destinie,
M'Pherson's time will not be long,
On yonder gallows-tree.
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 dar'd his face, and in this place,
I scorn him yet again!
Sae rantingly, &c.
On many a bloody plain,
I've dar'd his face, and in this place,
I scorn him yet again!
Sae rantingly, &c.
Untie these bands from off my hands,
And bring to me my sword,
And there's no a man in all Scotland,
But I'll brave at a word.
Sae rantingly, &c.
And bring to me my sword,
And there's no a man in all Scotland,
But I'll brave at a word.
Sae rantingly, &c.
I've liv'd a life of slurt and strife;
I die by treacherie:
It burns my heart I must depart
And not avenged be.
Sae rantingly, &c.
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 aye stain his name,
The wretch that dares not die.
Sae rantingly, &c.
And all beneath the sky
May coward shame aye stain his name,
The wretch that dares not die.
Sae rantingly, &c.