M'PHERSON’S FAREWELL.
Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,
The wretch’s destiny;
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.
Oh 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.
Untie these bands from off my hands,
And bring to me my sword;
And there’s no a man in a’ Scotland,
But I’ll brave him at a word.
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.
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, sae wantonly,
Sae dauntingly gaed he;
He play’d a spring, and danc’d it round,
Below the gallows tree.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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