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They hoist their sailes, both top and top, The mizzen and all was tride-a,
And every man stood to his lot, Whatever should betide-a.
The roring cannons then were plied, And dub-a-dub went the drum-a ;
The braying trumpets loud they cried To courage both all and some-a.
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.
j Willie Macintosh
T URN, Willie Macintosh, Turn, I bid you; Gin ye burn Auchindown, Huntly will head you.'— 11 ' Head me or hang me, That canna fley me ; I'll burn Auchindown Ere the life lea' me.' in Coming down Deeside,
In a clear morning, Auchindown was in flame, Ere the cock-crawing. 704