My Lord A-Hunting

 

1787
Type: song

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.

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