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 played a tune, and he danced around 
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 

Say rantingly and  say wantonly
Say dauntingly gaed he
He played a tune, and he danced around 
Below yon gallows-tree

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

So 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

Say rantingly and  say wantonly
Say dauntingly gaed he
He played a tune, and he danced around 
Below yon gallows-tree

The reprieve was coming o the Brig o' Banf
To set MacPherson free
But they put the clock a quarter before 
And they hanged him from a tree

Say rantingly and  say wantonly
Say dauntingly gaed he
He played a tune, and he danced around 
Below yon gallows-tree