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.