Duncan McCleerie

Duncan McCleerie and Janet, his wife
They went to the fair to buy a new knife
But instead of a knife, they just danced themselves weary
We're very weel saird, Jan, says Duncan McCleerie

Duncan McCleerie has got a new fiddle
It's all strung wi' hair, and a hole in the middle
And when he plays on it, his wife looks so cheery
Well done, my Duncan, says Janet McCleerie

Duncan, he played till his bow it got greasy
Janet grew fretful and uncommon uneasy
Hoot, says she, Duncan, you're very soon weary
Oh, play us a tune, says Janet McCleerie

Duncan McCleerie, he played on the harp
Janet McCleerie, she danced in her sark
Her sark it was short, and her legs they were hairy
Very well danced, Jan, says Duncan McCleerie