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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 Win', Spak o' lowpin o'er a linn— Ha, ha, the wooing o't 1 Time and chance are but a tide, Ha, ha, the wooing o't 1 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! v ------^		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 OI her een they s'pak sic things 1— 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. 180. Hey the dusty miller. Tune : Dusty miller Scots Musical Museum, 1788, No. 144.



Hey the dusty miller And his dusty coat; He will win a shilling Or he spend a groat: Dusty was the coat, 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. H