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