Duncan Gray. Duncan fleech'd, an' Duncan pray'd, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig, Duncan sigh'd baith out an' in, Time an' chance are but a tide, Slighted love is sair to bide, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, She may gae to-France for me! How it comes let doctors tell, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Meg grew sick —as he grew heal, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Something in her bosom wrings, An' oh, her een, they spak' sic things! Duncan was a lad o' grace, E 51 Maggie's was a piteous case, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Duncan could na be her death, OH, WILLIE BREW'D. TUNE-" Willie brew'd a peck o' maut.' ["This air is Masterton's; the song mine. The occasion of it was this:-Mr. William Nicol, of the High School, Edinburgh, during the autumn vacation of 1789, being at Moffat, honest Allan (Masterton), who was at that time on a visit to Dalswinton, and I, went to pay Nicol a visit. We had such a joyous meeting that Mr. Masterton and I agreed, each in our own way, that we should celebrate the business."-Burns. "This meeting," says Currie, "took place at Laggan, a farm purchased by Mr. Nicol, in Nithsdale, on the recommendation of Burns."] OH, Willie brew'd a peck o' maut, An' Rob an' Allan cam' to pree : The cock may craw, the day may daw, Here are we met, three merry boys, Thou hast left me ever. An' mony a night we've merry been, It is the moon, I ken her horn, Wha first shall rise to gang awa', 53 THOU HAST LEFT ME EVER. TUNE-"Fee him, father, fee him." ["I composed these verses by the lee side of a bowl of punch, which had overset every mortal in the company, except the hautbois and the muse."-Burns to Thomson.] THOU hast left me ever, Jamie, thou hast left me ever; Thou hast left me ever, Jamie, thou hast left me ever; Aften hast thou vow'd that death only should us sever, Now thou'st left thy lass for aye-I maun see thee never, Jamie, I'll see thee never. Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie, thou hast me for-` saken ; Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie, thou hast me for saken; Thou canst love anither jo, while my heart is breaking; Soon my weary een I'll close-never mair to waken, Jamie, Ne'er mair to waken. WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE. TUNE-"What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man?” WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, Bad luck on the penny that tempted my minnie He's always compleenin' frae mornin' to e'enin', Meikle thinks my Luve. 55 55 He hums an' he hankers, he frets an' he cankers, My auld auntie Katie upon me tak's pity, I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan; I'll cross him, an' wrack him, until I heart-break him, An' then his auld brass will buy me a new pan. I'll cross him, an' wrack him, until I heartbreak him, An' then his auld brass will buy me a new pan. MEIKLE THINKS MY LUVE. TUNE-"My tocher's the jewel." OH meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty, My tocher's the jewel has charms for him. |