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 He took her up into his arms,
 * and gave her kisses one, two by three;

I am your poor and single sailor
 * that's just returned to marry thee.

So hand in hand, they went together,
 * unto the church without delay,

Where there he married his lovely Sally
 * and made her his lady gay.

ye dungeons dark and strong, The wretch's destiny! M'Pherson's time will not be long,
 * On yonder gallows-tree.


 * Sae rantingly, sae wantonly
 * Sae dauntingly gaed he
 * He played a tune, and danced it round
 * Below the gallows-treeetree [sic].

O what is death but parting breath,?? [sic]
 * On many a bloody plain

I've dar'd his face, and in this place
 * I scorn him yet again.

Untie these bands from of my hands,
 * And bring to me my sword,

And there not a man in all Scotland
 * But I'll brave him at a word.