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: