duncan gray

    duncan gray cam' here to woo,

    ha, ha, the wooing o't,

    on blythe yule-night when we were fou,

    ha, ha, the wooing o't,

    maggie coost her head fu' heigh,

    look'd asklent and unco skeigh,

    gart poor duncan stand abeigh;

    ha, ha, the wooing o't.

    duncan fleech'd and duncan pray'd;

    ha, ha, the wooing o't,

    meg was deaf as ailsa craig,

    ha, ha, the wooing o't:

    duncan sigh'd baith out and in,

    grat his e'en baith blear't an' blin',

    spak o' lowpin o'er a linn;

    ha, ha, the wooing o't.

    time and chance are but a tide,

    ha, ha, the wooing o't,

    slighted love is sair to bide,

    ha, ha, the wooing o't:

    shall i like a fool, "h he,

    for a haughty hizzie die?

    she may gae to—france for me!

    ha, ha, the wooing o't.

    how it comes let doctors tell,

    ha, ha, the wooing o't;

    meg grew sick, as he grew hale,

    ha, ha, the wooing o't.

    something in her bosom wrings,

    for relief a sigh she brings:

    and oh! her een they spak sic things!

    ha, ha, the wooing o't.

    duncan was a lad o' grace,

    ha, ha, the wooing o't:

    maggie's was a piteous case,

    ha, ha, the wooing o't:

    duncan could na be her death,

    swelling pity smoor'd his wrath;

    now they're crouse and canty baith,

    ha, ha, the wooing o't.