Aboot
This is a true story aboot a lad fa’s somefiles caed The Scottish Robin Hood. His name wis James MacPherson an he wis the son o a heilan laird an a bonnie gypsie lassie. They wirna mairrit, so he wis brocht up by his mither an her fowk. He grew up a big strang lad, but wis a bitty wild, and got intae fechtin and stealin. He wis weel likit be the ordinary fowk, cos he jist stole fae rich fowk, an he wis a gweed fiddler. But he made an enemy o the Laird o Braco – a mannie caed Lord Duff – fa hid him arrested in Keith. He nearly got awa, but a wifie threw a thick blunkit ower him an he couldna get ees sord oot fast enough. He wis hinged at the Cross o Banff in 1700 an broke his fiddle sae naebudy else could play it fan he wis deid.
Note
The story o James MacPherson is weel kent in the North East o Scotland. He wis born in 1675 an hinged on the 16th November 1700 at the Cross o Banff. This sang is nae ane o the Child Ballads, as it wis rewritten by Robert Burns fae an aulder version, but it’s a rare story and weel worth including in oor puckle sangs.
Ballad: Macpherson’s Rant (Greig~Duncan 3/697)
Singer: Ellie Beaton
Music resources
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Fareweel, ye dungeons dark an strang, fareweel, fareweel tae ye,
MacPherson’s time will nae be lang on yonder gallas treeChorus
Sae rantinly, sae wantonly, sae dauntinly gaed he
He played a tune an he danced aroon, ablow the gallas treeMaggie McPhee Chorus
An it’s aye mi rantin, o mi rantin, aye mi rantinly
An it’s aye mi rantin, o mi rantin, aye mi rantinlyIt was by a wuman’s treacherous han that I wis condemned tae dee
She sat upon a windae ledge an a blunkit threw ower meThere’s some come here tae see me hing, aye and some tae buy my fiddle
But afore that I wid pairt wi her I’d brak her thro the middleHe’s taen the fiddle intae baith his hans an brak it ower a stane
Say’n, nay other hand shall play on ye fan I am deid an ganeUntie these bands fae aff o’ my hands and gie tae me my sword
There’s nae a man in a Scotland, but I’ll brave him at a wordIt’s little did my mither think fan first she cradled me
That I would turn a rovin lad an hing on the gallas treeThe reprieve was comin ower the Brig o Banff tae set MacPherson free
But they pit the knock a quarter afore, and they hinged him fae the treeSae rantinly, sae wantonly, sae dauntingly gaed he
He played a tune an he danced aroon, and they hinged him fae the tree - Audio
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The tune gaen here is fit Jimmy McBeath sung, but hae a listen tae Maggie McPhee’s version as weel.