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.