As I came in by Fiddich side on the 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 the 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.