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Macphersons Rant
Farewell ye dungeons dark and strong,
farewell,Farewell tae thee,
Macphersons time will no be long,
On yonder gallows tree.
It was by a womans treacherous hands,
That I was condemned tae dee,
She stood abune a window ledge,
And a blanket threw ower me.
Twas the laird o grant that heiland saunt,
That first laid hands on me,
He pleads the cause o Peter Broon,
Tae let Macpherson dee.
Theres some come here tae see me hanged,
And some tae buy my fiddle,
Before that I dae part wi her,
Ill break her through the middle
He took the fiddle intae baith o his hands,
And broke it over a stone,
Saying no anither hand shall play on thee,
When I am dead and gone.
The repreive was coming ower the Bridge o Banff,
tae set Macpherson free,
But they put the clock a quarter before,
And hanged him tae the tree.
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