Alasdair Roberts - The Burning Of Auchindoun lyrics

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'