Ewan MacColl — Duncan Grey

[Verse 1] 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! [Verse 2] 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! [Verse 3] 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