The Burning of Auchindoun

As I came in by Fiddich-side, 
On a May morning, 
I spied Willie MacKintosh, 
An hour before the dawning. 
"Turn again, turn again, 
Turn again I bid ye; 
If ye burn Auchindoon, 
Huntley he will heid ye." 
"Heid me or hang me, 
That will never fear me; 
I will burn Auchindoon 
Ere' the life leaves me." 

As I came in by Fiddich-side, 
On a May morning, 
Auchindoon was in a blaze, 
an hour before the dawning. 
"Crawing, crawing, 
For all your crowse a crawing, 
You've burnt your crops and tint your wings 
An hour before the dawning."