"Beware the pine-tree's wither'd branch! Beware the awful avalanche!"

This was the peasant's last good-night,A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior!

DUNCAN GRAY.

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 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.