Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

159 . Song—My Lord a-Hunting he is gane

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.