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==Music files==
==Music files==
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*{{PostedDate|2009-06-28}} {{CPDLno|19699}} [[Media:Hutc-dunc.pdf|{{pdf}}]]
*{{CPDLno|19699}} [[Media: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}}
{{Lyricist|Robert Burns}}


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


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[[Category:Modern music]]

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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

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!