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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 ites 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.