Lyrics
He play d a tune, take off these bands from on my hands, and he took his fiddle in both his hands
Say dauntingly gaed he, for there s no a man in all scotland The, he play d a tune
Farewell to ye, i ll break her through the middle, and he broke it o er a stone
But i ll brave him at his word, and they hanged him from a tree, but i ll brave him at his word
and danc d it round
But they put the clock a quarter before, but i ll brave him at his word Town, now there s some come here for to see me hung
And some to buy my fiddle, saying there s no other hand shall play on thee, saying there s no other hand shall play on thee
But i ll brave him at his word, when i am dead and gone
But before that i will part with her, when i am dead and gone
When i am dead and gone, to set macpherson free Lament, take off these bands from on my hands
And he broke it o er a stone, he play d a tune Town, ye dungeons dark and drear
Below yon gallows-tree, now there s some come here for to see me hung
Take off these bands from on my hands, he play d a tune, and give to me my sword
And give to me my sword, and danc d it round The, but they put the clock a quarter before
Saying there s no other hand shall play on thee, but before that i will part with her, but i ll brave him at his word
Say dauntingly gaed he, but before that i will part with her, and he broke it o er a stone
i ll break her through the middle
And danc d it round, but they put the clock a quarter before
I ll break her through the middle, ye dungeons dark and drear, ye dungeons dark and drear
Say dauntingly gaed he, and give to me my sword Pants, and he broke it o er a stone
say rantingly and say wantonly
Round yonder gallows-tree, and danc d it round, round yonder gallows-tree
for there s no a man in all scotland
And give to me my sword, but i ll brave him at his word MacPhearson's, and he broke it o er a stone
Now there s some come here for to see me hung, and they hanged him from a tree
and he took his fiddle in both his hands
He play d a tune, macpherson s live will no be long Town, for there s no a man in all scotland
But they put the clock a quarter before, and some to buy my fiddle
when i am dead and gone
round yonder gallows-tree
and give to me my sword
say rantingly and say wantonly
For there s no a man in all scotland, now there s some come here for to see me hung, say dauntingly gaed he
Say dauntingly gaed he, but they put the clock a quarter before MacPhearson's, but i ll brave him at his word
Farewell to ye, say dauntingly gaed he
When i am dead and gone, and some to buy my fiddle MacPhearson's, farewell to ye
And give to me my sword, and give to me my sword
But i ll brave him at his word, to set macpherson free Pants, macpherson s live will no be long
And he broke it o er a stone, but i ll brave him at his word, take off these bands from on my hands
Say dauntingly gaed he, the reprieve was coming o the brig o dans
and he took his fiddle in both his hands
Take off these bands from on my hands, round yonder gallows-tree
And he broke it o er a stone, the reprieve was coming o the brig o dans
Farewell to ye, ye dungeons dark and drear
Macpherson s live will no be long, below yon gallows-tree
he play d a tune
but before that i will part with her
Farewell to ye, he play d a tune
And danc d it round, take off these bands from on my hands, and he broke it o er a stone
I ll break her through the middle, and he took his fiddle in both his hands
But i ll brave him at his word, but before that i will part with her
but before that i will part with her
