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MORAL AND SATIRICAL SONGS. 221
DUNCAN GRAY.
Burns.
Duncan Gray cam' here to woo,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't,
On blythe Yule night when we were fu'.
Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Maggie coost her head fu' high,
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 een baith bleer't and 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 j
Slighted love is sair to bide,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Shall I, like a fool, quoth he,
For a haughty hizzie dee ?
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 well,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Something in her bosom wrings.
For relief a sigh she brings ;
And, oh, her een they speak sic things !
Ha, ha, the wooing o't.

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