| 1 |
'Turn, Willie Macintosh,
Turn, I bid you;
Gin ye burn Auchindown,
Huntly will head you.' |
| 2 |
'Head me or hang me,
That canna fley me;
I'll burn Auchendown
Ere the life lea me.' |
| 3 |
Coming down Deeside,
In a clear morning,
Auchindown was in flame,
Ere the cock-crawing. |
| 4 |
But coming oer Cairn Croom,
And looking down, man,
I saw Willie Macintosh
Burn Auchindown, man, |
| 5 |
'Bonny Willie Macintosh,
Whare left ye your men?'
'I left them in the Stapler,
But they'll never come hame.' |
| 6 |
'Bonny Willie Macintosh,
Whare now is your men?'
'I left them in the Stapler,
Sleeping in their sheen.' |
