Chapter 42 DEFIANCE

Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,

The wretch's destinie:

M'Pherson's time will not be long

On yonder gallows tree.

Sae rantingly, sae wantonly,

Sae dauntingly gaed he;

He played a spring and danced it round,

Below the gallows tree.

Oh, what is death but parting breath?-

On monie a bloody plain

I've dared his face,