song—my lord a-hunting（1/1）

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.