"Turn again, turn again,5
Turn again, I bid ye;
If ye burn Auchindown,
Huntly he will head ye."
"Head me, hang me,
That sall never fear me;10
I'll burn Auchindown
Before the life leaves me."
As I came in by Auchindown,
In a May morning,
Auchindown was in a bleeze,15
An hour before the dawning.
* * * * *
"Crawing, crawing,
For my crowse crawing,
I lost the best feather i' my wing,
For my crowse crawing."20
II.
From The Thistle of Scotland, p. 106.
"Turn, Willie Mackintosh,
Turn, I bid you,
Gin ye burn Auchindown,
Huntly will head you."
"Head me, or hang me,5
That canna fley me,
I'll burn Auchindown,
Ere the life lea' me."
Coming down Dee-side
In a clear morning,10
Auchindown was in a flame,
Ere the cock crawing.
But coming o'er Cairn Croom,
And looking down, man,
I saw Willie Mackintosh15
Burn Auchindown, man.