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Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong
Farewell, farewell to thee
McPherson's life will no be long
On yonder gallows tree
Sa rantingly, sa wantingly
And sa dauntingly gaed he
He played a tune and he danced around
Below the gallows tree
There's some come here for to see me hung
And some to buy my fiddle
But before that I do part with her
I'll break her through the middle
He took his fiddle in both of 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"
Sa rantingly, sa wantingly
And sa dauntingly gaed he
He played a tune and he danced around
Below the gallows tree
The reprieve was coming o'er the Brig of Banff
To set McPherson free
But they put the clock a quarter before
And they hanged him from a tree
Sa rantingly, sa wantingly
And sa dauntingly gaed he
He played a tune and he danced around
Below the gallows tree |
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McPherson is some hero. A man who can get an exultant sense of victory and defiance in the face of defeat, and even death, is indeed a man to be admired. |
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