Cecile Corbel

As I cam' in by Fiddichside on a may morning
I spied Willie MacIntosh an hour before the dawning

As I cam' in by Auchindoun on a may morning
Auchindoun was in a bleeze an hour before the dawning

Turn agin, turn agin, turn agin I bid ye
If ye burn Auchindoun Huntly he will heid ye

Halamachadoo hoo-ra-bhi
Oh hoo-rabha-hi-na hoo-rabha hin
Halamchadoo hoo-ra-bhi
Oh decko decko dandy

Halamachadoo hoo-ra-bhi
Oh hoo-rabha-hi-na hoo-rabha hin
Halamchadoo hoo-ra-bhi
Oh decko decko dandy

As I cam' in by Fiddichside on a may morning
I spied Willie MacIntosh an hour before the dawning

As I cam' in by Auchindoun on a may morning
Auchindoun was in a bleeze an hour before the dawning

Heid me or hang me, that shall never fear me
I will burn Auchindoun though the life leaves me

Halamachadoo hoo-ra-bhi
Oh hoo-rabha-hi-na hoo-rabha hin
Halamchadoo hoo-ra-bhi
Oh decko decko dandy

Halamachadoo hoo-ra-bhi
Oh hoo-rabha-hi-na hoo-rabha hin
Halamchadoo hoo-ra-bhi
Oh decko decko dandy

Heid me or hang me, that shall never fear me
I will burn Auchindoun though the life leaves me

Halamachadoo hoo-ra-bhi
Oh hoo-rabha-hi-na hoo-rabha hin
Halamchadoo hoo-ra-bhi
Oh decko decko dandy

Halamachadoo hoo-ra-bhi
Oh hoo-rabha-hi-na hoo-rabha hin
Halamchadoo hoo-ra-bhi
Oh decko decko dandy

(Crawin', crawin'
For a' your crouse crawin'
Ye brunt your crop an' tint your wings
An hour before the dawning)