Alasdair Roberts
The Burning of Auchindoun
As I came in by Fiddichside on a May morningI spied Willie MacIntosh an hour before the dawning'Turn again, turn again, turn again I bid yeIf you burn Auchindoun, Huntly he will heid ye''Heid me, hang me, that shall never fear meI'll burn Auchindoun ere the life leave me'As I came in by Auchindoun on a May morningAuchindoun was in a blaze an hour before the dawning'Crawing, crawing, for all my crouse crawingI've lost the best feather in my wingFor all my crouse crawing'
From Letras Mania