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Burning of Auchindoun 
Burning of Auchindoun 
As I cam' in by Fiddichside, on a May morning I spied Willie MacIntosh an hour before the dawning 
Turn agin, turn agin, turn agin, I bid ye If ye burn Auchindoun, Huntly he will heid ye 
Heid me or hang me, that shall never fear me I'll burn Auchindoun thought the life leaves me 
As I cam' in by Auchindoun on a may morning Auchindoun was in a bleeze, an hour before the dawning 
Crawing, crawing, for a' your crouse crawin' Ye brunt your crop an' tint your wings an hour before the dawning 
Child #183 Printed in Buchan and Hall The Scottish Folksinger SOF