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
Iβll 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
Heβs 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 theyβll 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