Macphearson's Lament Lyrics - Town Pants

Farewell, ye dungeons dark and drear, 

Farewell, farewell to ye, 

MacPherson's live will no be long 

Round yonder gallows-tree. 

Say rantingly and say wantonly, 

Say 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 

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. 

And 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.