Song—My Lord A-Hunting

    song—my lord a-hunting
    chorus.—my lady's gown, there's gairs upon't,
    and gowden flowers sae rare upon't;
    but jenny's jimps and jirkinet,
    my lord thinks meikle mair upon't.
    my lord a-hunting he is gone,
    but hounds or hawks wi' him are nane;
    by colin's cottage lies his game,
    if colin's jenny be at hame.
    my lady's gown, c.
    my lady's white, my lady's red,
    and kith and kin o' cassillis' blude;
    but her ten-pund lands o' tocher gude;
    were a' the charms his lordship lo'ed.
    my lady's gown, c.
    out o'er yon muir, out o'er yon moss,
    whare gor-cocks thro' the heather pass,
    there wons auld colin's bonie lass,
    a lily in a wilderness.
    my lady's gown, c.
    sae sweetly move her genty limbs,
    like music notes o'lovers' hymns:
    the diamond-dew in her een sae blue,
    where laughing love sae wanton swims.
    my lady's gown, c.
    my lady's dink, my lady's drest,
    the flower and fancy o' the west;
    but the lassie than a man lo'es best,
    o that's the lass to mak him blest.
    my lady's gown, c.