Biografia:
The Corries were a Scottish folk group which emerged from the Scottish folk revival of the early 1960s. Although the group went through several changes of line-up in the early days, it was as the partnership of Roy Williamson (1936 - 1990) and Ronnie Browne that it is best known. The early 1970s were the Corries' finest hour.
In 1962, Roy Williamson teamed up with Bill Smith and Ron Cockburn to form the "Corrie Folk Trio". Their first performance was in the Waverley Bar in St Mary's Street, Edinburgh.
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MacPherson's Rant
Verse
(F) (C)
Fareweel ye dungeons dark and strang
(F) (Bb)
Fareweel, Fareweel tae thee,
(F) (C7)
MacPherson's life will no' be lang.
(Dmin) (Bb) (C7)
On yonder gallows tree.
Chorus
(F) (C) (F)
Sae rantingly and sae wantonly and sae dauntingly gaed
(Bb)
he,
(F) (C) (Dmin)
He Played a tune and he danced aroun' below the
(Bb) (C7)
gallows tree.
It was by a woman's treacherous hand
That I was condemned to dee
Beneath a ledge at a window she stood
And a blanket she threw o'er me.
Chorus
Well the laird o' Grant, that highlan' sa'nt
That first laid hands on me
He played the cause on Peter Broon
To let Macpherson dee.
Chorus
Untie these bands from off my hands
And gie to me my sword
There's nae a man in a' Scotland
But I'll brave him at a word.
Chorus
There's some come here to see me hanged
And some to buy my fiddle
But before that I do part wi' her
I'll brak her thro' the middle.
Chorus
He took the fiddle into both his hands
And he broke it o'er a stone
Says there's nae other hand shall play on thee
When I am dead and gone.
Chorus
O, little did my mother think
When she first cradled me
That I would turn a rovin' boy
And die on the gallows tree.
Chorus
The reprive was comin' o'er the brig o' Banff
To let Macpherson free
But they pit the clock a quarter afore
And hanged him to a tree.
Verse
(F) (C)
Fareweel ye dungeons dark and strang
(F) (Bb)
Fareweel, Fareweel tae thee,
(F) (C7)
MacPherson's life will no' be lang.
(Dmin) (Bb) (C7)
On yonder gallows tree.
Chorus
(F) (C) (F)
Sae rantingly and sae wantonly and sae dauntingly gaed
(Bb)
he,
(F) (C) (Dmin)
He Played a tune and he danced aroun' below the
(Bb) (C7)
gallows tree.
It was by a woman's treacherous hand
That I was condemned to dee
Beneath a ledge at a window she stood
And a blanket she threw o'er me.
Chorus
Well the laird o' Grant, that highlan' sa'nt
That first laid hands on me
He played the cause on Peter Broon
To let Macpherson dee.
Chorus
Untie these bands from off my hands
And gie to me my sword
There's nae a man in a' Scotland
But I'll brave him at a word.
Chorus
There's some come here to see me hanged
And some to buy my fiddle
But before that I do part wi' her
I'll brak her thro' the middle.
Chorus
He took the fiddle into both his hands
And he broke it o'er a stone
Says there's nae other hand shall play on thee
When I am dead and gone.
Chorus
O, little did my mother think
When she first cradled me
That I would turn a rovin' boy
And die on the gallows tree.
Chorus
The reprive was comin' o'er the brig o' Banff
To let Macpherson free
But they pit the clock a quarter afore
And hanged him to a tree.
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