Duncan Gray / Robert Burns

I.

Weary fa' you, Duncan Gray--

Ha, ha, the girdin o't!

Wae gae by you, Duncan Gray--

Ha, ha, the girdin o't!

When a' the lave gae to their play,

Then I maun sit the lee lang day,

And jog the cradle wi' my tae,

And a' for the girdin o't!

II.

Bonnie was the Lammas moon--

Ha, ha, the girdin o't!

Glowrin' a' the hills aboon--

Ha, ha, the girdin o't!

The girdin brak, the beast cam down,

I tint my curch, and baith my shoon;

Ah! Duncan, ye're an unco loon--

Wae on the bad girdin o't!

III.

But, Duncan, gin ye'll keep your aith--

Ha, ha, the girdin o't!

I'se bless you wi' my hindmost breath--

Ha, ha, the girdin o't!

Duncan, gin ye'll keep your aith,

The beast again can bear us baith,

And auld Mess John will mend the skaith,

And clout the bad girdin o't.