MacPherson's Rant Songtext
von The Corries

Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong
The wretches destiny
MacPhersons time will no be lang
On yonder gallow's tree

It was by a woman's treacherous hands
That I was condemned to dee
She stood uben a windae ledge
And a blanket threw o'er me

Sae rantingly, sae wantonly
And sae dauntingly gaed he
He played a tune, and he danced around
Below the gallow's tree

Oh what is death, but parting breath
On mony's the bloody plain
I've daur'd his face, and in his place
I scorn him yet again


Sae rantingly, sae wantonly
And sae dauntingly gaed he
He played a tune, and he danced around
Below the gallow's tree

So tak off these bands fae 'round my hands
Gae to me my sword
For there's no a man in a' Scotland
But I'll brave him at a word

Sae rantingly, sae wantonly
And sae dauntingly gaed he
He played a tune, and he danced around
Below the gallow's tree

So farewell night, a parting night
And all beneath the sky
May coward shame distain his name
The wretch that dare not die

Sae rantingly, sae wantonly
And sae dauntingly gaed he
He played a tune, and he danced around
Below the gallow's tree


Sae rantingly, sae wantonly
And sae dauntingly gaed he
He played a tune, and he danced around
Below the gallow's tree