The Book of Scottish Song/Duncan M'Cleary

Duncan M'Cleary.

Duncan M'Cleary, an' Janet his wife,
Duncan M'Cleary, he play'd on the fife;
Janet she dauncit, quhill she cried wearie,
"Unco weel dauncit," quo' Duncan M'Cleary.

Duncan M'Cleary an' Janet M'Cleary,
Duncan was blin', an' Janet was blearie,
He was deafish beside, an' couldna' just hear aye;
"There's nae muckle matter," quo' Janet M'Cleary.

Duncan M'Cleary an' Janet his wife,
War peaceable bodies an' vitet a' strife;
She rubbit his beard, an' he ca'ed her his dearie;
O couthie was Duncan wi' Janet M'Cleary.

Duncan M'Cleary an' Janet his wife,
They toitet an' toilet thegither through life;
When Duncan was douff, Janet never was cheerie,
Sae aesome was Janet an' Duncan M'Cleary.

Duncan M'Cleary an' Janet M'Cleary,
Tho' lovin' an' sweet, the twa couldna wear aye;
Sae Duncan he deet, and Janet grew drearie,
An' soon stappit awa' after Duncan M'Cleary.

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