m'pherson's farewell

tune—“m'pherson's rant.”

farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,

the wretch's destinie!

m'pherson's time will not be long

on yonder gallows-tree.

chorus.—sae rantingly, sae wantonly,

sae dauntingly gaed he;

he y'd a spring, and danc'd it round,

below the gallows-tree.

o, what is death but parting breath?

on many a bloody in

i've dared his face, and in this ce

i scorn him yet again!

sae rantingly, c.

untie these bands from off my hands,