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.