Monday, July 04, 2005

MacPherson's Rant

Farewell ye dungeons, dark & strong
This wretches destiny
MacPherson's day will nae be long
On yonder gallows tree

It was by a woman's treacherous hand,
That I was condemned tae dee.
She stood upon a windae ledge,
And a blanket she threw ower me.

Sae rantinly, sae wantonly,
Sae dauntinly gaed he.
He played a tune, an' he danced aroon
a' low the gallows tree

Oh, what is death but parting breath?
On mony a bloody battle plain
I saw His face, and in this place
I saw Him yet again.


Well I've lived me a life of stearf and strife
I die by tragedy
But it breaks my heart I must depart
And nae avenged I be


So take these bands frae aff me hands
And bring to me my sword
For there nae be a man in all the land
I'll brave him at one word


So farewell light and me sun shine bright
And all benath the Highland skies
MacPherson's name will nae distaine
The wretch who will nae die


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