The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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M'PHERSON'S FAREWELL |
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M'PHERSON'S FAREWELL
Chorus
Sae rantingly, sae wantonly,Sae dauntingly gaed he,
He play'd a spring, and danc'd it round
Below the gallows-tree.
I
Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,The wretch's destinie!
M'Pherson's time will not be long
On yonder gallows-tree.
II
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!
III
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 him at a word.
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I've liv'd a life of sturt and strife;I die by treacherie:
It burns my heart I must depart,
And not avengèd be.
V
Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright,And all beneath the sky!
May coward shame distain his name,
The wretch that dare not die!
Chorus
Sae rantingly, sae wantonly,Sae dauntingly gaed he,
He play'd a spring, and danc'd it round
Below the gallows-tree.
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