As I came in by Fiddichside on a May morning

I spied Willie MacIntosh an hour before the dawning

'Turn again, turn again, turn again I bid ye

If you burn Auchindoun, Huntly he will heid ye'



'Heid me, hang me, that shall never fear me

I'll burn Auchindoun ere the life leave me'



As I came in by Auchindoun on a May morning

Auchindoun was in a blaze an hour before the dawning

'Crawing, crawing, for all my crouse crawing

I've lost the best feather in my wing

For all my crouse crawing'