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BURNING OF AUCHINDOUN 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 Child #183 Roud-4010 @Scottish Printed in Buchan and Hall The Scottish Folksinger filename[ BURNAUCH TUNE FILE: BURNAUCH CLICK TO PLAY SOF |
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