The Canary/M'Pherson's Farewell

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M'Pherson's Farewell

Farewell, ye dungeons dark and ⟨strong⟩The wretch's destiny!M'Pherson's time will not be longOn yonder gallows-tree,Sae rantingly, sae wantonly,Sae dantingly gaed he.He play'd a spring, and danc'd it ⟨round⟩Below the gallows-tree
O what is death but parting breath!On many a bloody plainI've dar'd his face, and in this placeI scorn him yet again!Sae rantingly, &c.
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⟨Untie⟩ these bands from off my hands,And bring to me my sword,⟨And⟩ there's not a man in all Scotland,But I'll brave him at a word.Sae rantingly, &c.
⟨I've⟩ liv'd a life of sturt and strife⟨I⟩ die by treacherie:⟨It burns⟩ my heart I must departAnd not avenged be.Sae rantingly, &c.
⟨Now⟩ farewell, light, thou sunshine bright,And all beneath the sky!⟨May⟩ coward Shame aye stain his name,The wretch that dares not die!Sae rantingly, &c.

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