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.