song—my lord a-hunting
chorus.—my dy's gown, there's gairs upon't,
and gowden flowers sae rare upon't;
but jenny's jimps and jirki,
my lord thinks meikle mair upon't.
my lord a-hunting he is gone,
but hounds or hawks wi' him are nane;
by 's cottage lies his game,
if 's jen hame.
my dy's gown, &c.
my dy's white, my dy's red,
and kith and kin o' cassillis' blude;
but her ten-pund nds o' tude;
were a' the charms his lordship lo'ed.
my dy's gown, &c.
out o'er yon muir, out o'er yon moss,
whare gor-cocks thro' the heather pass,
there wons auld 's bonie ss,
a lily in a wilderness.
my dy's gown, &c.
sae sweetly move her genty limbs,
like musiotes o'lovers' hymns:
the diamond-dew in her een sae blue,
where ughing love sae wanton swims.
my dy's gown, &c.
my dy's dink, my dy's drest,
the flower and fancy o' the west;
but the ssie than a man lo'es best,
o that's the ss to mak him blest.
my dy's gown, &c.