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.8
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.16
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, quoth he,For a haughty hizzie die?She may gae to—France for me!Ha, ha, the wooing o’t.24
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.28
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.32
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.40