[Verse 1]
Fareweel, ye dungeons dark and strang
A lang fareweel tae thee
MacPherson's time will no be lang
On yonder gallows tree

[Verse 2]
’Twas by a woman's treacherous hand
That I wis condemned tae dee
She cawed me ower tae the windae sill
And a blanket she threw ower me

[Chorus]
Sae rantinly, aye, sae dauntinly
Sae wantonly gaed he
He played a tune and he danced it aroon'
In ablo the gallows tree

[Verse 3]
The Laird o Grant, oh, that Hielan’ sant
That first laid hands on me
He plеads the cause o Petеr Broon
Ach, let MacPherson dee

[Verse 4]
Untie these bands fae aff my hands
And bring tae me my sword
Thare's nae a man in aw Scotland
Wha'll brave him at a word
[Chorus]
Sae rantinly, aye, sae dauntinly
Sae rantinly gaed he
He played a tune and he danced it aroon'
In ablo the gallows tree

[Verse 5]
"Oh, thare's some come here tae see me hang
And some tae buy my fiddle
But before I do pairt wi him
I'll brak it ower the middle."

[Verse 6]
He's taen the fiddle intae baith his hands
He's brak it ower a stane
Sayin, "No anither hand will play on thee
Fan I am deid and gaen."

[Chorus]
Sae rantinly, aye, sae dauntinly
Sae wantonly gaed he
He played a tune and he danced it aroon’
In ablo the gallows tree

[Verse 7]
"Oh, little did my mither think
Whan first that she cradled me
That I wad turn tae the rovin trade
And die on the gallows tree."
[Verse 8]
A reprieve wis comin ower the brig o Banff
Tae set MacPherson free
He put the clock, aye, a quarter afore
And thay hanged him fae the tree

[Chorus]
Sae rantinly, aye, sae dauntinly
Aye, sae wantonly gaed he
He played a tune and he danced it aroon’
In ablo the gallows tree

[Instrumental: "The Winging"]