My Lord A-Hunting

Chorus.-My lady’s gown, there’s gairsupon’t,
And gowden flowers sae rare upon’t;
But Jenny’s jimpsand jirkinet,
My lord thinks meiklemairupon’t.

My lord a-hunting he is gone,
But hounds orhawks wi’him are nane;
ByColin’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’ tochergude;
Were a’the charms his lordship lo’ed.
My lady’s gown, &c.

Out o’er yon muir, out o’er yonmoss,
Whare gor-cocks thro’ the heather pass,
There wons auldColin’s bonielass,
A lily in a wilderness.
My lady’s gown, &c.

Sae sweetly move her gentylimbs,
Like music notes o’lovers’ hymns:
The diamond-dew in her eensae blue,
Where laughing love saewanton swims.
My lady’s gown, &c.

My lady’s dink, my lady’s drest,
The flower and fancy o’the west;
Butthe lassie than a man lo’es best,
O that’s the lass to makhim blest.
My lady’s gown, &c.