What's the verse that I sang to you?
Some come here to see me hunged, and some to buy my fiddle.
But before that I would pertwee her, I would brock her through the middle.
So wantonly and so wantonly and so dauntlessly did he.
For he played a tune and he danced it round below the gallows tree.
Release my hands from out my bones and give to me my sword.
And there's nae a man in a Scotland, but I'll dare him at a word.
For some come here to see me hunged, and some to buy my fiddle.
But before that I would pertwee her, I would brock her through the middle.
So wantonly and so wantonly and so dauntlessly did he.
For he played a tune and he danced it round below the gallows tree.
