DUNCAN GRAY. 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' owre 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 haughtie 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 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 could na be her death, Swelling pity smoor'd his wrath; Now they're crouse and canty baith, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. THE Catrine woods were yellow seen, The flowers decay'd on Catrine lee, Nae lav'rock sang on hillock green, But nature sicken'd on the ee. THE BRAES O' BALLOCHMYLE. Thro' faded groves Maria sang, Hersel' in beauty's bloom the while, And aye the wild-wood echoes rang, Fareweel the braes o' Ballochmyle. Low in your wintry beds, ye flowers, Shall birdie charm, or floweret smile; Fareweel the bonnie banks of Ayr, Fareweel, fareweel! sweet Ballochmyle. THE BANKS O' DOON. Thou'lt break my heart, thou bonnie bird, Thou minds me o' the happy days Thou'lt break my heart, thou bonnie bird, Aft ha'e I roved by bonnie Doon, Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, And my fause luver staw the rose, SECOND VERSION. YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o' care! Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wantons through the flowering thorn; Thou minds me o' departed joys, Departed-never to return. |