1 Duncan Gray came here to woo, <br />2 Ha, ha, the wooin o't! <br />3 On blythe Yule night when we were fou, <br />4 Ha, ha, the wooin o't! <br />5 Maggie coost her head fu high, <br />6 Look'd asklent and unco skeigh, <br />7 Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh; <br />8 Ha, ha, the wooin o't! <br /> <br />9 Duncan fleech'd, and Duncan pray'd, <br />10 Ha, ha, the wooin o't! <br />11 Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig, <br />12 Ha, ha, the wooin o't! <br />13 Duncan sigh'd baith out and in, <br />14 Grat his een baith bleer't and blin', <br />15 Spak o' lowpin owre a linn; <br />16 Ha, ha, the wooin o't! <br /> <br />17 Time and chance are but a tide, <br />18 Ha, ha, the wooin o't! <br />19 Slighted love is sair to bide, <br />20 Ha, ha, the wooin o't! <br />21 'Shall I, like a fool,' quoth he, <br />22 'For a haughty hizzie die? <br />23 She may gae to--France for me!'-- <br />24 Ha, ha, the wooin o't! <br /> <br />25 How it comes let doctors tell, <br />26 Ha, ha, the wooin o't! <br />27 Meg grew sick as he grew hale, <br />28 Ha, ha, the wooin o't! <br />29 Something in her bosom wrings, <br />30 For relief a sigh she brings; <br />31 And O! her een, they spak sic things <br />32 Ha, ha, the wooin o't! <br /> <br />33 Duncan was a lad o' grace, <br />34 Ha, ha, the wooin o't! <br />35 Maggie's was a piteous case, <br />36 Ha, ha, the wooin o't! <br />37 Duncan could na be her death, <br />38 Swelling pity smoor'd his wrath; <br />39 Now they're crouse and cantie baith; <br />40 Ha, ha, the wooin o't!<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/duncan-gray/
