MacPherson's Rant Verse (F) (C) Fareweel ye dungeons dark and strang (F) (Bb) Fareweel, Fareweel tae thee, (F) (C7) MacPherson's life will no' be lang. (Dmin) (Bb) (C7) On yonder gallows tree. Chorus (F) (C) (F) Sae rantingly and sae wantonly and sae dauntingly gaed (Bb) he, (F) (C) (Dmin) He Played a tune and he danced aroun' below the (Bb) (C7) gallows tree. It was by a woman's treacherous hand That I was condemned to dee Beneath a ledge at a window she stood And a blanket she threw o'er me. Chorus Well the laird o' Grant, that highlan' sa'nt That first laid hands on me He played the cause on Peter Broon To let Macpherson dee. Chorus Untie these bands from off my hands And gie to me my sword There's nae a man in a' Scotland But I'll brave him at a word. Chorus There's some come here to see me hanged And some to buy my fiddle But before that I do part wi' her I'll brak her thro' the middle. Chorus He took the fiddle into both his hands And he broke it o'er a stone Says there's nae other hand shall play on thee When I am dead and gone. Chorus O, little did my mother think When she first cradled me That I would turn a rovin' boy And die on the gallows tree. Chorus The reprive was comin' o'er the brig o' Banff To let Macpherson free But they pit the clock a quarter afore And hanged him to a tree.