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Achindoon
(Traditional)
As I come in be fiddich's side on a May morning
I spied Willie MacIntosh an hour before the dawning
Turn again, turn again, turn again I bid ye
If you burn Achindoon, Huntley he will heed ye

Heed me or bind me -- that will never fear me
I will burn Achindoon ‘ere the life leaves me

As I come in be fiddich's side on a May morning
Achindoon was in a blaze an hour before the dawning
Cruel, cruel for all your crops growin’
Y’ve burnt yer crops and d’int yer wings
An hour before the dawning