Classic Poem

As I came in by Fiddich-side,
In a May morning,
I met Willie Mackintosh,
An hour before the dawning.

"Turn again, turn again,
Turn again, I bid ye;
If ye burn Auchindown,
Huntly he will head ye.'

"Head me, hang me,
That sall never fear me;
I'll burn Auchindown
Before the life leaves me.'

As I came in by Auchindown,
In a May morning,
Auchindown was in a bleeze,
An hour before the dawning.

Crawing, crawing,
For my crowse crawing,
I lost the best feather i my wing
For my crowse crawing.