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Farewell, ye dark and drear,
Farewell, to ye,
MacPherson's live no be long
yonder gallows-tree.

Say and say wantonly,
Say gaed he;
He play'd a tune, and it round
yon gallows-tree.

Take off bands from on my hands
And give to me my
For there's no a man in all
But I'll him at his word

Now there's some come for to see me hung
and some to buy my
but before I will part with her
I'll break her the middle.
And he took his fiddle in his hands
And he it o'er a stone,
Saying there's no other hand shall on thee
When I am and gone.

The reprieve was coming o the o' Dans
To set free,
But they put the clock a quarter
And they him from a tree.