Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. III. The Eighteenth Century: Addison to Blake
Robert Burns (17591796)Duncan Gray
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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’ high,
Looked asklent and unco skeigh,
Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh;
Ha, ha, the wooing o’ t.
Ha, ha, &c.
Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig,
Ha, ha, &c.
Duncan sighed baith out and in,
Grat his een baith bleer’t and blin’,
Spak o’ lowpin o’er a linn;
Ha, ha, &c.
Ha, ha, &c.
Slighted love is sair to bide,
Ha, ha, &c.
Shall I, like a fool, quoth he,
For a haughty hizzie dee?
She may gae to—France for me!
Ha, ha, &c.
Ha, ha, &c.
Meg grew sick—as he grew hale,
Ha, ha, &c.
Something in her bosom wrings,
For relief a sigh she brings;
And O, her een, they spak sic things!
Ha, ha, &c.
Ha, ha, &c.
Maggie’s was a piteous case,
Ha, ha, &c.
Duncan couldna be her death,
Swelling pity smoor’d his wrath;
Now they ’re crouse and cantie baith,
Ha, ha, the wooing o ’t.