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.