MacPhersons Lament
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Robert Burns, 1788
Fare thee weel, ye dungeons dark and strang, Fareweel , fareweel to thee. Macpherson's rant will ne'er be lang, On yonder gallers tree. Chorus: Sae wontonly, sae dauntonly, O rantonly gaed he, He played a tune an' he danced aroon, Below the gallers tree.
2. By a woman's treacherous hand
3. Well the laird o' Grant, ye Highlan' Sa'nt | 4. Some come here noo tae see me hang And some to buy my fiddle, Before I'll pairt wi' thee, I'll brak' her through the middle. Chorus:
5. Come ye loose the bands from off my hands
6. Little did my mother think
7. The reprieve was comin' o'er the Brig o' Banff, |