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Live concert, November 18, 2017 @ Katharinenkirche Oelsnitz/Vogtland, Saxony, Germany MacPherson`s Rant from the album "Close to the Bone" AARON JONES - guitar, vocals JONNY HARDIE - fiddle, vocals ALI HUTTON - pipes, whistles DONALD HAY - drums, percussion http://www.oldblinddogs.co.uk sound engineer: Kevin O`Neill (Glasgow) Videocamera, editing and audio by MrCelloholic. Enjoy the full sound with headphones! If you like my videos, please subscribe. Thank you! MacPherson`s Rant Oh fareweel, ye dungeons dark and strong A lang fareweel tae thee MacPherson's time will no' be lang Oh on yonder gallows tree 'Twas by a woman's treacherous hand I was condemned tae dee She ca'ed me o'er tae the window sill And a blanket she threw o'er me Chorus: Sae rantin'ly an' sae dauntin'ly Sae wantonly gaed he He played a tune and danced it 'roon Below the gallows tree The Laird o' Grant, oh that hieland sant When he first laid hands on me He pleads the cause o' Peter Broon Ach, let MacPherson dee "Untie these bands frae off my hands Bring tae me my sword There's no a man in a' Scotland But I'll brave him at a word" (Chorus) "There's some come here for tae see me hanged Some to buy my fiddle But before I do part wi' her I'll brak it to her middle" He ta'en the fiddle into both his hands Brak it o'er a stane "There's no anither man's gonna play on her Fan I am dead and gane" (Chorus) "Oh little did my mither think When first that she cradled me That I would turn tae the rovin' trade And I'd hang on gallows tree" A reprieve was comin' o'er the brig o' Banf For tae set MacPherson free They put the clock there a quarter afore And they hanged him frae the tree (Chorus)