Fareweel ye dungeons, dark an’ strang

The wretch destinie,

MacPherson’s life will no be lang,

On yonder gallows tree.

Sae Rantingly, and sae wantonly,

And sae dauntingly gaed he,

He played a tune, and danced aroon

Alow the gallows tree

O what is death, but a partin’ breath

On mony a bloody plain

I hae dar’d his face, an’ in this place

I scorn him yet again.

Sae Rantingly, and sae wantonly,

And sae dauntingly gaed he,

He played a tune, and danced aroon

Alow the gallows tree

Untie these bands frae aff me hands

An’ gie tae me a sword,

An’ there’s nae a man in a’ Scotland

But I’ll brave him tae his words.

Sae Rantingly, and sae wantonly,

And sae dauntingly gaed he,

He played a tune, and danced aroon

Alow the gallows tree

I hae liv’d a life, o’ sturt and strife

I dee by treacherie

I gars me heart that I maun depart,

An’ nae avenged be

Sae Rantingly, and Sae wantonly

And sae dauntingly gaed he

He played a tune, and he danced aroon

Alow the gallows tree

Noo, fareweel light, thou sunshine bright,

An’ a’ alow the sky

May cowards shame disdain his name

The wretch that no dare die.