Текст песни: MacPherson's Farewell + перевод

Fareweel, ye dungeons dark and strong, fareweel, Fareweel tae thee

McPherson’s time will nae be lang, on yonder gallows tree

Sae rantin’ly, sae wantonly, sae dauntin’ly gaed he

He played a tune and danced it roon', below the gallows tree

'Twas by a woman’s treacherous hand, that I was condemned to dee

Below a ledge at a window she stood, and a blanket she threw o’er me

The Laird o' Grant, that hieland sant, that first laid hands on me

He played the cause on Peter Broon, tae let MacPherson free

Untie these bands frae off my hands, and gie to me my sword

There’s no' a man in all Scotland, but I’ll brave him at a word

There’s some come here tae see me hanged, and some to buy my fiddle

But before I do part wi' her, I’ll brak her thro' the middle

He took the fiddle in both of his hands, and he broke it o’er a stone

Says,"There's nae ither hand shall play on thee, when I am dead and gone."

O little did my mother think, when first she cradled me

That I would turn a rovin' boy, and die on the gallows tree

The reprieve was comin' o’er the brig o' Banf, tae let McPherson free

But they pit the clock a quarter before, and hanged him tae the tree

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