Can ye play me Duncan Gray, ha ha the girdin' o't,
Over the hills and far away, ha ha the girdin' o't,
Duncan cam our Meg tae woo,
Meg was nice and wouldna' do,
But said that she would surely spew, if he gaed her the girdin o't.

Duncan he's come here again , ha ha the girdin' o't,
A' was oot and Meg her lane, ha ha the girdin' o't,
He's kised her but, he's kissed her ben,
he's banged a thing against her wame,
But true I noo forget its name, but lang she got the girdin' o't.

She's ta'en him tae the kitchen then, ha ha the girdin' o't
Tae see if he'd dae it again, ha ha the girdin' o't
He's kissed her aince, he's kissed her twice,
syne in time he's kissed her thrice, '
Til deil nae mair the thing would rise, tae gie her lang the girding o't.

Duncan's took her for his wife, ha ha the girdin' o't,
Tae be the comfort o' his life, ha ha the girdin' o't
But noo she scolds baith nicht and day,
except when Duncan's at the play,
And that's as little as he may, he's weary o' the girding o't

Song Notes: Robert Burns wrote a well-known set of words for this song, but this version is from his bawdy collection, The Merrie Muses of Caledonia

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