Duncan Gray (Chris Hutchings)

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  • (Posted 2009-06-28)  CPDL #19699:   
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

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!
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!
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 O! 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 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!