American Old Time Song Lyrics: 19 Duncan Gray

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 19

DUNCAN GRAY.

Duncan Gray came here to woo;
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
On blithe Yule nicht, when we were fou;
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
Maggie cuist her head fu' heich,
Look'd asklant, and unco skeigh,
Gart puir Duncan stand sbeigh;
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!

Duncan fleeched, and Duncan prayed;
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig;
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
Duncan sighed baith out and in,
Grat his een baith bleert and blin',
Spak' o' louping ower a linn;
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!

Time And chance are but a tide;
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
Slichtit love is sair to bide;
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
"Shall I, like a fool, " quoth he,
"For a hauchty hizzy 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, 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 smoored his wrath,
Now they're crouse and cantie baith;
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!