Burning of Auchidoon

As I came in by Fiddich side
On a May morning
I spied Willie Macintosh
An hour before the dawning

``Turn again, him again
Turn again I bid ye,
If ye burn Auchidoon
Huntly he will head ye''

``Head me or hang me
That will never fear me
I will burn Auchidoon
Ere the life leaves me''

As I came in by Fiddich side
On a May morning
Auchidoon was in a blaze
An hour before the dawning

Crawing, crawing
For all your crowse crawing
You've burnt your crops
And tint your wings
An hour before the dawning