The Burning of Auchindoun

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’