As I came in by Fiddich-side, On a May moming, I spied Willie MacKintosh, An hour before the dawning. "Turn again, turn again, Turn again I bid ye; If ye burn Auchendown, Huntley he will heid ye," |
As I came in by Auchendown, On a May morning, Auchendown was in a bleeze, An hour before the dawning. "Crawing, crawing, For a' your crowse crawing, Ye brunt your crop and tint your wings An hour before the dawning." |
"Heid me or hang me, That sall never fear me; I'll burn Auchendown Before the life leaves me." |