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.