How it comes let doctors tell,
Ha, ha! the wooing o't,

Meg grew sick-as he grew heal;
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 couldna be her death,

Swelling pity smoor'd his wrath;
Now they're crouse and canty baith;
Ha, ha! the wooing o't.

THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY.

It was a friar of orders gray
Walkt forth to tell his beades;

And he met with a lady faire

Clad in a pilgrime's weedes.

"Now Christ thee save, thou reverend friar,

I pray thee tell to me,

If ever at yon holy shrine

My true love thou didst see?"

"And how should I know your true love

From many another one ?"

"O, by his cockle hat and staff,

And by his sandal shoone;

"But chiefly by his face and mien,
That were so fair to view;

His flaxen locks that sweetly curl'd,
And eyne of lovely blue."

"O lady, he is dead and gone!

Lady, he's dead and gone!
And at his head a green grass turfe,
And at his heels a stone.

"Within these holy cloysters long

He languisht, and he dyed, Lamenting of a ladye's love, And 'playning of her pride.

"And will he never come again? Will he ne'er come again?

Ah! no, he is dead and laid in his grave,

For ever to remain.

"His cheek was redder than the rose;
The comeliest youth was he!
But he is dead and laid in his grave:
Alas! and woe is me!"

"Sigh no more, lady, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever:

One foot on sea and one on land,
To one thing constant never.

"Hadst thou been fond, he had been false, And left thee sad and heavy;

For young men ever were fickle found,
Since summer trees were leafy."

"And art thou dead, thou much-loved youth,

And didst thou dye for mee?

Then farewell home; for evermore

A pilgrim I will bee.