Текст песни Hamish Imlach - MacPherson's Farewell

crying MacPherson Scottish folk music

Farewell to prison! I was in the way to go.
You do not ever dadena me.
I am now waiting for the morning
The loop and the crossbar.

Hey, a pipe, a pogudkoyu
Lace done.
On the gallows terrible
He walked like a crown!

I've seen death at close range between the mountains,
Vidal and her in the field, I
And because it will take
With a smile - and no more.

Take me, friend, the shackles with the hands,
Give me a sharp sword,
I can, brother, soldier squad
Split, protivoborstvuya!

He believed in a lie, and for nothing
Running into an ambush me,
But I can not give the enemy,
And the passion about what a pity!

At the end of a way to say - I'm sorry,
Debonair fatherland!
Shame on you, who in the hour of death
It does not seem bravado!
.Per. E.Feldmana