The Mug of Porter/M'Pherson's Farewell
M'PHERSON'S FAREWELL.
Farewell ye dungeons dark and strong,
The wretch's destiny!
M'Pherson's time will not be long,
On yonder gallows-tree.
Sae rantingly, sae wantonly
Sae dauntingly gaed he
He played a tune, and danced it round
Below the gallows-treee.
O what is death but parting breath,?
On many a bloody plain
I've dar'd his face, and in this place
I scorn him yet again.
Untie these bands from of my hands,
And bring to me my sword,
And there not a man in all Scotland
But I'll brave him at a word.
I've liv'd a life of sturt and strife,
I die by treachery;
It burns my heart I must depart,
And not avenged be.
Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright
And all beneath the sky:
May coward shame disdain his name,
The wretch that dares not die.