183. Willie Macintosh

183a: Willie Macintosh

183a.1 Turn, Willie Macintosh,
Turn, I bid you;
Gin ye burn Auchindown,
Huntly will head you.
183A.2 Head me or hang me,
That canna fley me;
Ill burn Auchendown
Ere the life lea me.
183A.3 Coming down Deeside,
In a clear morning,
Auchindown was in flame,
Ere the cock-crawing.
183A.4 But coming oer Cairn Croom,
And looking down, man,
I saw Willie Macintosh
Burn Auchindown, man,
183A.5 Bonny Willie Macintosh,
Whare left ye your men?
I left them in the Stapler,
But theyll never come hame.
183A.6 Bonny Willie Macintosh,
Whare now is your men?
I left them in the Stapler,
Sleeping in their sheen.

183b: Willie Macintosh

183b.1 As I came in by Fiddich-side,
In a May morning,
I met Willie Mackintosh,
An hour before the dawning.
183B.2 Turn again, turn again,
Turn again, I bid ye;
If ye burn Auchindown,
Huntly he will head ye.
183B.3 Head me, hang me,
That sall never fear me;
Ill burn Auchindown
Before the life leaves me.
183B.4 As I came in by Auchindown,
In a may morning,
Auchindown was in a bleeze,
An hour before the dawning.
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183b.5 Crawing, crawing,
For my crowse crawing,
I lost the best feather i my wing
For my crowse crawing.