McPherson's Farewell

Notation: traditional
PDF Files: Scottish

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Fareweel, ye dungeons dark and strong,
Fareweel, Fareweel tae thee.
McPherson’s time will nae be lang,
On yonder gallows tree.
    Chorus
    Sae rantin'ly, sae wantonly,
    Sae dauntin'ly gaed he
    He played a tune and danced it roon',
    Below the gallows tree.

'Twas by a woman's treacherous hand,
That I was condemned to dee.
Below a ledge at a window she stood,
And a blanket she threw o'er me.
    Chorus

The Laird o' Grant, that hieland saint,
That first laid hands on me,
He played the cause on Peter Broon,
Tae let MacPherson free.
    Chorus

Untie these bands frae off my hands,
And gie to me my sword.
There's no' a man in all Scotland,
But I'll brave him at a word.
    Chorus
There's some come here tae see me hanged,
And some to buy my fiddle.
But before I do part wi' her,
I'll brak her thro' the middle.
    Chorus

He took the fiddle in both of his hands,
And he broke it o'er a stone.
Says,"There's nae ither hand shall play on thee,
When I am dead and gone."
    Chorus

O little did my mother think,
When first she cradled me,
That I would turn a rovin' boy,
And die on the gallows tree.
    Chorus

The reprieve was comin' o'er the bridge o' Banf,
Tae let McPherson free,
But they pit the clock a quarter before,
And hanged him tae the tree.
    Chorus

Clancy Brothers Lyrics

Farewell ye dungeons dark and strong,
Farewell, farewell to thee,
McPherson's life will no be long
On yonder gallows tree
    Chorus
    Sae rantingly, sae wantingly,
    Sae dauntingly gaed he,
    He played a tune and he danced around
    Below the gallows?tree

Take? off? these bands from? off my hands
And? give to me a sword
For there's not a man in all Scotland
But I'd brave him at his word
    Chorus


There's some come here for to see me hung
And some to buy my fiddle
But before that I do part with her
I'll break her through the middle
    Chorus

He took his fiddle in both of his hands
And he broke it o'er a stone
Saying "There's nae ither hand shall play on thee
When I am dead and gone"
    Chorus

The reprieve was coming o'er the Bridge of Banff
For to set McPherson free
But they put the clock a quarter before
And they hanged him from a tree
    Chorus

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