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&039;phern&039;s farewell

tune—“&039;phern&039;s rant”

farewell, ye dunons dark and strong,

the wretch&039;s destie!

&039;phern&039;s ti will not be long

on yonder gallows-tree

chor—sae rantgly, sae wantonly,

sae dauntgly gaed he;

he py&039;d a sprg, and danc&039;d it round,

below the gallows-tree

o, what is death but partg breath?

on any a bloody p

i&039;ve dared his face, and this pce

i srn hi yet aga!

sae rantgly, c

untie these bands fro off y hands,

and brg to y sword;

and there&039;s no a an all stnd

but i&039;ll brave hi at a word

sae rantgly, c

i&039;ve liv&039;d a life of sturt and strife;

i die by treacherie:

it burns y heart i t depart,

and not avend be

sae rantgly, c

now farewell light, thou sunshe bright,

and all beneath the sky!

ay ward sha dista his na,

the wretch that dares not die!

sae rantgly, c