Burning of Auchindoun

As I cam' in by Fiddichside, on a May morning I spied Willie MacIntosh an hour before the dawning. 2. Turn agin, turn agin, turn agin, I bid ye If ye burn Auchindoun, Huntly he will heid ye. 3. Heid me or hang me, that shall never fear me I'll burn Auchindoun thought the life leaves me. 4. As I cam' in by Auchindoun on a may morning Auchindoun was in a bleeze, an hour before the dawning. 5. Crawing, crawing, for a' your crouse crawin' Ye brunt your crop an' tint your wings an hour before the dawning.