As I cam' in by Fiddichside,
on a May morning
I spied Willie MacIntosh
An hour before the dawning
Turn agin, turn agin,
turn agin, I bid ye
If ye burn Auchindoun,
Huntly he will heid ye
Heid me or hang me,
that shall never fear me
I'll burn Auchindoun
though the life leaves me
As I cam' in by Auchindoun
on a may morning
Auchindoun was in a bleeze
An hour before the dawning
Crawing, crawing,
for a' your crouse crawin'
Ye brunt your crop an' tint your wings
an hour before the dawning
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