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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！ 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 ower 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 bide1 Ha ha the wooing o't： Shall I like a fool quoth he 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 bosom3 wrings4 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 Swelling5 pity smoor'd his wrath6； Now they're crouse and canty baith Ha ha the wooing o't！ 点击  收听单词发音
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