Willie Macintosh
As I came in by Fiddich-side,
On a May moming,
I spied Willie MacKintosh,
An hour before the dawning.
"Turn again, turn again,
Turn again I bid ye;
If ye burn Auchendown,
Huntley he will heid ye,"
As I came in by Auchendown,
On a May morning,
Auchendown was in a bleeze,
An hour before the dawning.
"Crawing, crawing,
For a' your crowse crawing,
Ye brunt your crop and tint your wings
An hour before the dawning."
"Heid me or hang me,
That sall never fear me;
I'll burn Auchendown
Before the life leaves me."