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WILLIE MACINTOSH by ANONYMOUS

First Line: "TURN, WILLIE MACINTOSH"
Last Line: SLEEPING IN THEIR SHEEN
1. 'TURN, Willie Macintosh,
Turn, I bid you;
Gin ye burn Auchindown,
Huntly will head you.'—

2. 'Head me or hang me,
That canna fley me;
I'll burn Auchindown
Ere the life lea' me.'

3. Coming down Deeside,
In a clear morning,
Auchindown was in flame,
Ere the cock-crawing.

4. But coming o'er Cairn Croom,
And looking down, man,
I saw Willie Macintosh
Burn Auchindown, man.

5. 'Bonnie Willie Macintosh,
Whare left ye your men?'—
'I left them in the Stapler,
But they'll never come hame.'

6. 'Bonny Willie Macintosh,
Whare now is your men?'–
'I left them in the Stapler,
Sleeping in their sheen.'



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