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.