The Burning of Auchindoun

Lyrics: Traditional Music: Iona Zajac/Daragh Lynch As I came in by Fiddichside On a May morning I spied Willie Macintosh an hour afore the dawning Turn Willie Macintosh Turn again I bid ye If ye burn Auchindoun, Huntly he will heid ye Heid me or hang me That will never fear me I’ll burn Auchindoun, afore the life it leaves me As I come in by Deeside On a May morning Auchindoun was in a blaze, hear the crowse crawing Crawing, crawing For all your crowse crawing He’s burnt your crops and tint your wings an hour afore the dawning Bonnie Willie Macintosh whaur left ye a' yer men? I left them in the staple, but they’ll nare come hame Bonnie Willie Macintosh whaur left ye a' yer men? I left them in the staple sleeping in their shin Light was the mirk hour At the day dawning, For Auchindoun was in a blaze hear the crouse-crawing And coming oer Cairn Croom And looking doon man I spied Willie Macintosh burn Auchindoun man