The Town Pants — MacPhearson's Lament lyrics

Lyrics

Farewell, ye dungeons dark and drear
Farewell, farewell to ye
MacPherson’s live will no be long
Round yonder gallows-tree
Say rantingly and say wantonly
Say dauntingly gaed he;
He play’d a tune, and danc’d it round
Below yon gallows-tree
Take off these bands from on my hands
And give to me my sword
For there’s no a man in all Scotland
But I’ll brave him at his word
Now there’s some come here for to see me hung
And some to buy my fiddle
But before that I will part with her
I’ll break her through the middle
And he took his fiddle in both his hands
And he broke it o’er a stone
Saying there’s no other hand shall play on thee
When I am dead and gone
The reprieve was coming o the Brig o' Dans
To set MacPherson free
But they put the clock a quarter before
And they hanged him from a tree