MacPherson's Lament
Hamish Imlach| Versione dei Clancy Brothers. | |
M'PHERSON'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. 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, sae wantonly, Sae dauntingly gaed he; He play'd a spring, and danc'd it round, Below the gallows-tree. 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, sae wantonly, Sae dauntingly gaed he; He play'd a spring, and danc'd it round, Below the gallows-tree. 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, sae wantonly, Sae dauntingly gaed he; He play'd a spring, and danc'd it round, Below the gallows-tree. Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright, And all beneath the sky! May coward shame distain his name, The wretch that dares not die! | MACPHERSON'S LAMENT Farewell, ye dungeons dark and drear, Farewell, farewell to ye, MacPherson's live will no be long Round yonder gallows-tree. Sae rantingly and sae wantonly, Sae dauntingly gaed he; He play'd a tune, and danc'd it round Below yon gallows-tree. Take off these bands from on my hands And give to me my sword For there's no a man in all Scotland But I'll brave him at his word Sae rantingly and sae wantonly, Sae dauntingly gaed he; He play'd a tune, and danc'd it round Below yon gallows-tree. Now there's some come here for to see me hung and some to buy my fiddle but before that I will part with her I'll break her through the middle. Sae rantingly and sae wantonly, Sae dauntingly gaed he; He play'd a tune, and danc'd it round Below yon gallows-tree. So he took his fiddle in both his hands And he broke it o'er a stone, Saying there's no other hand shall play on thee When I am dead and gone. Sae rantingly and sae wantonly, Sae dauntingly gaed he; He play'd a tune, and danc'd it round Below yon gallows-tree. The reprieve was coming o the Brig o' Banf To set MacPherson free, But they put the clock a quarter before And they hanged him from a tree. Sae rantingly and sae wantonly, Sae dauntingly gaed he; He play'd a tune, and danc'd it round Below yon gallows-tree. |
