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(traditional Scottish ballad learned from Jean Redpath in 1959)

(music to go here)
(music calligraphy by miriam berg)

Fareweel, ye dungeons dark and strang,
MacPherson's day will no' be lang,
Upon the gallows tree i'll hang,
    Sae wantonly, sae rantingly, and sae dauntingly gaed he,
    He's played a tune, and he's danced it roond, below the gallows tree.

'Twas by a woman's treacherous hand, that I was condemned to dee,
Below a window ledge she stood, and threw a blanket o'er me.
    Sae wantonly (etc.)

The Laird of Grant, that Hieland sant, that first laid hands on me,
He's played the cause to Peter Broom, to let MacPherson dee.
    Sae wantonly (etc.)

Untie these bands fra' off my hands, and gie tae me my sword,
And there's nae a man in all Scotland, but I'll brave him at a word.
    Sae wantonly (etc.)

O little did me mither think, the day she cradled me,
That I would turn a rovin' boy, and die on the gallows tree.
    Sae wantonly..

For what is death but parting breath, on mony a bloody plain,
I've dared his face and in this place, I'll scorn him yet again.
    Sae wantonly (etc.)

So farewell, light, thou sunshine bright, and all beneath the sky,
May coward shame disdain his name, the wretch that dares not die!
    Sae wantonly (etc.)

There's some o' ye come tae see me hanged, and some tae buy my fiddle,
But before that I do part wi' her, I'll brak' her thrae the middle.
    Sae wantonly (etc.)

He's ta'en his fiddle into baith o' his hands, and brak' her o'er a steyn,
Sayin, There's nae ither hand shall play on thee, when I am dead and gane.
    Sae wantonly (etc.)

The reprieve was comin' o'er the Brig of Banff, to let MacPherson free,
But they pit the clock at a quarter afore, and hanged him tae the tree.
    Sae wantonly (etc.)

(from miriam berg's folksong collection)