MacPherson's Lament

Hamish Imlach

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MACPHERSON'S LAMENT	BELOW THE GALLOWS TREE
Farewell, ye dungeons dark and drear, Farewell, farewell to ye, MacPherson's live will no be long Round yonder gallows-tree.	Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong, Farewell, farewell to thee. MacPherson's song will not be long Upon the 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.	"Say ron-ten-lee, say won-ten-lee, Say don-ten-lee," played he. He played a tune and he danced aroun' Below the 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	Oh, little did my mother know, When first she cradled me, That I would become a rovin' boy, And die on the 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.	"Say ron-ten-lee, say won-ten-lee, Say don-ten-lee," played he. He played a tune and he danced aroun' Below the 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.	Untie these bands from off my hands, And give to me my bow. I've naught to leave my brave Scotland But a tune before I go.
Sae rantingly and sae wantonly, Sae dauntingly gaed he; He play'd a tune, and danc'd it round Below yon gallows-tree.	"Say ron-ten-lee, say won-ten-lee, Say don-ten-lee," played he. He played a tune and he danced aroun' Below the 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.	There's some come here to see me hanged, And some to steal my fiddle. But before that I do 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.	He took the fiddle into both his hands, He broke it o'er his knee, Sayin', "When I am gone no other hands Shall ever play on thee."
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.	"Say ron-ten-lee, say won-ten-lee, Say don-ten-lee," played he. He played a tune and he danced aroun' Below the 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.	He played a tune and danced aroun', And they hanged him to the tree.