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==Music files==
==Music files==
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*{{PostedDate|2009-06-28}} {{CPDLno|19699}} [[Media:Hutc-dunc.pdf|{{pdf}}]]
*{{NewWork|2009-06-28}} '''CPDL #19699:''' [http://www.cpdl.org/wiki/images/6/66/Hutc-dunc.pdf {{pdf}}]
{{Editor|Chris Hutchings|2009-06-28}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|7|115}}{{Copy|Personal}}
{{Editor|Chris Hutchings|2009-06-28}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|7|115}}{{Copy|Personal}}
:'''Edition notes:'''
:{{EdNotes|}}


==General Information==
==General Information==
'''Title:''' ''Duncan Gray''<br>
{{Title|''Duncan Gray''}}
{{Composer|Chris Hutchings}}
{{Composer|Chris Hutchings}}
{{Lyricist|Robert Burns}}


{{Voicing|3|SAB}}<br>
{{Voicing|3|SAB}}
{{Genre|Secular|Folksongs}}
{{Genre|Secular|Folksongs}}
{{Language|Lowland Scots}}
{{Language|Lowland Scots}}
'''Instruments:''' <br>
{{Instruments|A cappella}}
'''Published:''' 2008
{{Pub|1|2008}}
 
{{Descr|Difficult due to frequent key changes, but rewarding for a choir with good ears for harmony.}}
'''Description:''' Difficult due to frequent key changes, but rewarding for a choir with good ears for harmony.
{{#ExtWeb:
 
*[http://www.hutchingsmusic.co.uk Composer's website]
'''External websites:'''
*[http://www.robertburnsfederation.co.uk/poems/translations/duncan_gray.htm English translation] from the Robert Burns Federation}}
http://www.hutchingsmusic.co.uk
==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
 
{{Text|Lowland Scots|
1.<br>
1.
Duncan Gray cam here to woo <br>
Duncan Gray cam here to woo
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!) <br>
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!)
On blythe Yule nicht when we were fu' <br>
On blythe Yule nicht when we were fu'
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!) <br>
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!)
Maggie coost her head fu' high, <br>
Maggie coost her head fu' high,
Look'd asklent and unco skeigh, <br>
Look'd asklent and unco skeigh,
Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh - <br>
Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh -
Ha, ha, the wooing o't! <br>
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
<p>
2.
2.<br>
Duncan fleech'd, and Duncan pray'd
Duncan fleech'd, and Duncan pray'd <br>
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!)
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!) <br>
Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig
Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig <br>
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!)
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!) <br>
Duncan sigh'd baith out and in,
Duncan sigh'd baith out and in, <br>
Grat his een baith bleer't an' blin',
Grat his een baith bleer't an' blin', <br>
Spak o' lowpin o'er a linn -
Spak o' lowpin o'er a linn - <br>
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
Ha, ha, the wooing o't! <br>
3.
<p>
Time and Chance are but a tide
3.<br>
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!)
Time and Chance are but a tide <br>
Slighted love is sair to bide
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!) <br>
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!)
Slighted love is sair to bide <br>
' Shall I like a fool,' quoth he,
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!) <br>
' For a haughty hizzie die?
' Shall I like a fool,' quoth he, <br>
She may gae to - France for me! -
' For a haughty hizzie die? <br>
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
She may gae to - France for me! - <br>
4.
Ha, ha, the wooing o't! <br>
How it comes, let doctors tell
4.<br>
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!)
How it comes, let doctors tell <br>
Meg grew sick, as he grew hale
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!) <br>
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!)
Meg grew sick, as he grew hale <br>
Something in her bosom wrings,
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!) <br>
For relief a sigh she brings,
Something in her bosom wrings, <br>
And O! her een they spak sic things! -
For relief a sigh she brings, <br>
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
And O! her een they spak sic things! - <br>
5.
Ha, ha, the wooing o't! <br>
Duncan was a lad o' grace
5.<br>
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!)
Duncan was a lad o' grace <br>
Maggie was a piteous case
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!) <br>
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!)
Maggie was a piteous case <br>
Duncan could na be her death,
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!) <br>
Swelling pity smoor'd his wrath;
Duncan could na be her death, <br>
Now they're crouse and canty baith -
Swelling pity smoor'd his wrath; <br>
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!}}
Now they're crouse and canty baith - <br>
Ha, ha, the wooing o't! <br>


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Editor: Chris Hutchings (submitted 2009-06-28).   Score information: A4, 7 pages, 115 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes:

General Information

Title: Duncan Gray
Composer: Chris Hutchings
Lyricist: Robert Burns

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SAB
Genre: SecularFolksong

Language: Lowland Scots
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 2008
Description: Difficult due to frequent key changes, but rewarding for a choir with good ears for harmony.

External websites:

Original text and translations

Lowland_Scots.png Lowland Scots text

1.
Duncan Gray cam here to woo
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!)
On blythe Yule nicht when we were fu'
(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!
2.
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 an' blin',
Spak o' lowpin o'er a linn -
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
3.
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!
4.
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 O! her een they spak sic things! -
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
5.
Duncan was a lad o' grace
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!)
Maggie 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!