The Weavers — Below the Gallows Tree

Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong Farewell, farewell to thee MacPherson's song will not be long Upon the gallows tree "Say ron-ten-lee, say won-ten-lee Say don-ten-lee," played he He played a tune and he danced aroun' Below the gallows tree Oh, little did my mother know When first she cradled me That I would become a rovin' boy And die on the gallows tree "Say ron-ten-lee, say won-ten-lee Say don-ten-lee," played he He played a tune and he danced aroun' Below the gallows tree Untie these bands from off my hands And give to me my bow I've naught to leave my brave Scotland But a tune before I go "Say ron-ten-lee, say won-ten-lee Say don-ten-lee," played he He played a tune and he danced aroun' Below the gallows tree There's some come here to see me hanged And some to steal my fiddle But before that I do part with her I'll break her through the middle He took the fiddle into both his hands He broke it o'er his knee Sayin', "When I am gone no other hands Shall ever play on thee." "Say ron-ten-lee, say won-ten-lee Say don-ten-lee," played he He played a tune and he danced aroun' Below the gallows tree He played a tune and danced aroun' And they hanged him to the tree