Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong, br The wretch's destinie! br M'Pherson's time will not be long br On yonder gallows-tree. br br Chorus: br Sae rantingly, sae wantonly, br Sae dauntingly gaed he; br He play'd a spring , and danc'd it round, br Below the gallows-tree. br br O, what is death but parting breath? br On many a bloody plain br I've dared his face, and in this place br I scorn him yet again! br Sae rantingly, &c. br br Untie these bands from off my hands, br And bring me to my sword; br And there's no a man in all Scotland br But I'll brave him at a word. br Sae rantingly, &c. br br I've liv'd a life of sturt and strife; br I die by treacherie: br It burns my heart I must depart, br And not avenged be. br Sae rantingly, &c. br br Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright, br And all beneath the sky! br May coward shame distain his name, br The wretch that dares not die! br Sae rantingly, &c.