As I came in by Fiddich side on a May morning I spied Willie Macintosh an hour before the dawning "Turn again, turn again, turn again I bid ye If ye burn Auchindoon, Huntly he will head ye." "Head me or hang me that will never fear me I will burn Auchindoon ere the life leaves me." As I came in by Fiddich side on a May morning Auchindoon was in a blaze an hour before the dawning Crawing, crawing, for all your crowse crawing You've burnt your crops and tint your wings An hour before the dawning