Macferson

Farewell ye dungeons dark and strong

Farewell, farewell to thee,

Macferson's time will no be long

on yonder gallows tree.

Twas by a woman's treacherous hand

that i was condemn'd to dee,

Above my head at a window she stood,

a blanket threw ower me.

Untie these bands fae aff my hands

an gi tae my sword,

And there's nae a man in all scotlan,

but i'll brave him at a word.

Well there's some come here for tae see me heng

and some tae buy my fiddle,

But 'ere i come tae pairt wi her,

I'll brack her doon the middle.

He took his fiddle in baith his hands

and brack it owerr his knee,

And said when i am deed and gone

nae ither shall play thee.

The courier he came oe'r the brig o'Banff

Tae set Macferson free,

But they put the clock at a quarter afore

and hanged him fae the tree.

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

He played a tune, an he danced it roun', about the gallows tree