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III. LOVE : HUMOROUS
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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 !
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 !
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 O ! 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 couldna be her death.
Swelling pity smoor'd his wrath ;
Now they're crouse and canty baith —
Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
No. 1 80. Hey the dtisty miller.
Scots Musical Museum, 1788, No. 144.
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Tune : Dusty ■miller.
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Hey the dus - ty mil - ler And his dus - ty coat ; He will win a
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shil-ling Or he spend a groat : Dus - ty was the coat, Dus - ty
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was the colour, Dus - ty was the kiss That I gat frae the mil - ler.
Hey the dusty miller
And his dusty coat ;
He will win a shilling
Or he spend a groat :
Dusty was the cd^t,
Dusty was the colour.
Dusty was the kiss
That I gat frae the miller.
Hey the dusty miller
And his dusty sack;
Leeze me on the calling
Fills the dusty peck.
Fills the dusty peck,
Brings the dusty siller ;
I wad gie my coatie
For the dusty miller.