Willie Macintosh
No: 183; variant: 183A
- 'TURN, Willie Macintosh,
Turn, I bid you;
Gin ye burn Auchindown,
Huntly will head you.'
- 'Head me or hang me,
That canna fley me;
I'll burn Auchendown
Ere the life lea me.'
- Coming down Deeside,
In a clear morning,
Auchindown was in flame,
Ere the cock-crawing.
- But coming oer Cairn Croom,
And looking down, man,
I saw Willie Macintosh
Burn Auchindown, man,
- 'Bonny Willie Macintosh,
Whare left ye your men?'
'I left them in the Stapler,
But they'll never come hame.'
- 'Bonny Willie Macintosh,
Whare now is your men?'
'I left them in the Stapler,
Sleeping in their sheen.'