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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


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Printed in Buchan and Hall The Scottish Folksinger

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