shall i like a fool, "h he,
for a haughty hizzie die?
she may gae to—france for me!
ha, ha, the wooing o't.
how ites let doctors tell,
ha, ha, the wooing o't;
meg grew sick, as he grew hale,
ha, ha, the wooing o't.
something in her bosom wrings,
for relief a sigh she brings:
and oh! 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 could na be her death,
swelling pity smoor'd his wrath;
now they're crouse and canty baith,
ha, ha, the wooing o't.