IX
The grappling-hooks were brought at length,
The brown bill and the sword-a,
John Dory at length, for all his strength,
Was clapt fast under board-a.
[134. Willie Macintosh]
I
‘Turn, Willie Macintosh,
Turn, I bid you;
Gin ye burn Auchindown,
Huntly will head you.’—
II
‘Head me or hang me,
That canna fley me;
I’ll burn Auchindown
Ere the life lea’ me.’
III
Coming down Deeside,
In a clear morning,
Auchindown was in flame,
Ere the cock-crawing.