As A cam in by Fiddichside
On a May mornin
A spied Willie MacIntosh
An hour afore the dawin
"Turn again, turn again
Turn again A bid ye
If ye burn Auchendoun
Huntly he will heid ye"

"Heid me or hang me
That'll never fear me
A'll burn Auchendoun
Tho the life leave me"

As A cam in by Fiddichside
On a May mornin
Auchendoun wis in a bleeze
An hour afore the dawin
"Crawin, crawin
For aa yer crouse crawin
Thae've brunt yer crops, ye've tint yer wings
An hour afore the dawin"

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