DUNCAN GRAY cam here to woo,
Ha, ha, the wooing ot,
On blythe Yule-night when we were fou,
Ha, ha, the wooing ot,
Maggie coost her head fu heigh,
Lookd asklent and unco skeigh,
Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh;
Ha, ha, the wooing ot.
Duncan fleechd and Duncan prayd;
Ha, ha, the wooing ot,
Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig,
Ha, ha, the wooing ot:
Duncan sighd baith out and in,
Grat his een baith bleart an blin,
Spak o lowpin oer a linn;
Ha, ha, the wooing ot.
Time and Chance are but a tide,
Ha, ha, the wooing ot,
Slighted love is sair to bide,
Ha, ha, the wooing ot:
Shall I like a fool, quoth he,
For a haughty hizzie die?
She may gae toFrance for me!
Ha, ha, the wooing ot.
How it comes let doctors tell,
Ha, ha, the wooing ot;
Meg grew sick, as he grew hale,
Ha, ha, the wooing ot.
Something in her bosom wrings,
For relief a sigh she brings:
And oh! her een they spak sic things!
Ha, ha, the wooing ot.
Duncan was a lad o grace,
Ha, ha, the wooing ot:
Maggies was a piteous case,
Ha, ha, the wooing ot:
Duncan could na be her death,
Swelling Pity smoord his wrath;
Now theyre crouse and canty baith,
Ha, ha, the wooing ot.