And O, her een they spak sic things! such
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; smothered
Now they're crouse and cantie baith! lively, cheerful
Ha, ha, the wooing o't.