As I gaed doon by Fiddichside On a May mornin’ I met wi’ Willie Macintosh An ‘oor before the dawnin’ “Turn again, turn again Turn again I beg ye If ye burn Auchindoun Huntly he will heid ye” “Heid me or hang me It will never grieve me I will burn Auchindoun Although the life ‘ud leave me” As I gaed doon by Fiddichside On a May mornin’ Auchindoun was in a bleeze An ‘oor before the dawnin’ “Crawin’, crawin’ For a’ yer crouse crawin’ Ye’ve burnt yer crops an’ tint yer wings An ‘oor before the dawnin’