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An explanation of the Burns song "DUNCAN GRAY":

 

Duncan’s looking for a hot date around Christmas. He tries his hand with Maggie. She's for none of it.

 

Duncan's really trying his best to impress. Maggie?. . . not interested. He's distraught.

 

Duncan gets fed up trying and tells her where to go.

 

Maggie changes her mind about Duncan (typical!). Playing hard to get has backfired on her. She's lovesick.

 

Duncan ... what a guy! He forgives Maggie, pops the question and they settle down to married bliss.

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Duncan Gray (1792)

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' heigh,
Look'd asklent and unco skeigh,
Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh;
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't,)

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 e'en baith blear't an' blin',
Spak o' lowpin o'er a linn;
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't,)

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,)
 

How it comes 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,)

 

 

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Duncan Gray