Macphersons Rant

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                      D
Fareweel, ye dungeons dark and strong
  G                 C
A lang fareweel tae thee
   G                   D
MacPherson's time will no' be lang
   G              D
On yonder gallows tree

      G            D
'Twas by a woman's treacherous hand
     G                   C
That I was condemned tae dee
    G                     D
She ca'ed me o'er tae the windowsill
      G                      D
And a blanket she threw o'er me

    G                 D
Sae rantin'ly an' sae dauntingly
    G             C
Sae wantonly gaed he
   G                    D
He played a tune and he danced it 'roon
  G       C       D
Below the gallows tree

    G                       D
The Laird o' Grant, oh that Hieland sant
     G                   C
That first laid hands on me
   G                   D
He pleads the cause o' Peter Broon
    G               D
Ach, let MacPherson dee

   G                    D
"Untie these bands frae off my hands
    G               C
An' bring tae me my sword
        G            D
There's nae a man in a' Scotland
     G              D
I'll brave him at a word"

    G                 D
Sae rantin'ly an' sae dauntingly
    G             C
Sae wantonly gaed he
   G                    D
He played a tune and he danced it 'roon
  G       C       D
Below the gallows tree

             G                  D
"Oh, there's some come here tae see me hanged
    G              C
And some to buy my fiddle
G               D
But before I do pairt wi' her
     G                  D
I'll brak thro' her the middle"

     G                      D
He's ta'en the fiddle intae both his hands
     G              C
He's brak it o'er a stane
         G                    D
Sayin', "No anither hand will play on thee
     G             D
When I am dead and gane"

    G                 D
Sae rantin'ly an' sae dauntingly
    G             C
Sae wantonly gaed he
   G                    D
He played a tune and he danced it 'roon
  G       C       D
Below the gallows tree

G  D  G  C  G  D  G  D

    G             D
"Oh little did my mither think
     G                      C
When first that she cradled me
     G                    D
That I would turn tae the rovin' trade
    G                D
And die on a gallows tree"

    G                          D
A reprieve was comin' o'er the brig o' Banf
    G              C
Tae set MacPherson free
     G                     D
They put the clock, aye, a quarter 'fore
         G                   D
And they hanged him frae the tree

    N.C.
Sae rantin'ly an' sae dauntingly
N.C.
Aye, sae wantonly gaed he
N.C.
He played a tune and he danced it 'roon
N.C.
Below the gallows tree

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