"Fareweil ye dungeons dark an strang
Fareweil, fareweil tae ye
MacPherson's time'll no be lang
On yonder gallows tree"

Sae rantinlie, sae wantonlie
Sae dauntonlie gaed he
He played a tune an danced it aroun
Ablaw yon gallows tree

"Untie these bands frae aff ma hauns
An gie tae me ma sword
Thair's no a man in aa Scotlan
But A'll fecht him at a word"

"Thair's some cam here tae see me hing
An some tae buy ma fiddle
But afore that ere A pairt wi her
A'll brak her thro the middle"

He's taen the fiddle intae baith o's hauns
An brak it ower a stane
Sayin "Nae ither haun sall play on thee
Whan A'm deid an gane"

The reprieve wis comin ower the brig o Banff
Tae set MacPherson free
But they pit the clock a quarter afore
An hinged him frae the tree