The Little Taylor's Wedding/Macpherson's Farewell

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MACPHERSON'S Farewell.

Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,The wretch's destinie,M'Pherson's time will not be long,On yonder gallows-tree.Sae rantingly, sae wantonly,Sae dauntingly 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 plain, ​I've dar'd his face, and in this place,I scorn him yet again!Sae rantingly, &c.
Untie these bands from off my hands,And bring to me my sword,And there's no a man in all Scotland,But I'll brave at a word.Sae rantingly, &c.
I've liv'd a life of slurt and strife;I die by treacherie:It burns my heart I must departAnd not avenged be.Sae rantingly, &c.
Now farewell light, thou sunshine brightAnd all beneath the skyMay coward shame aye stain his name,The wretch that dares not die.Sae rantingly, &c.

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