I. Duncan Gray Cam Here To Woo, Ha, Ha, The Wooing O'T; On Blythe Yule Night When We Were Fou, Ha, Ha, The Wooing O'T. Maggie Coost Her Head Fu' High, Look'D Asklent And Unco Skeigh, Gart Poor Duncan Stand Abeigh; Ha, Ha, The Wooing O'T. Ii. 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 O'Er A Linn; Ha, Ha, The Wooing O'T. Iii. 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 Haughty Hizzie Die? She May Gae To, France For Me! Ha, Ha, The Wooing O'T. Iv. 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, For Relief A Sigh She Brings: And O, Her Een, They Spak Sic Things! Ha, Ha, The Wooing O'T. V. 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.