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 smoor’d his wrath;
Now they’re crouse and canty baith—