Song—My Lord A-Hunting
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.