Chorus.MY ladys gown, theres gairs upont,
And gowden flowers sae rare upont;
But Jennys jimps and jirkinet,
My lord thinks meikle mair upont.
My lord a-hunting he is gone,
But hounds or hawks wi him are nane;
By Colins cottage lies his game,
If Colins Jenny be at hame.
My ladys gown, &c.
My ladys white, my ladys red,
And kith and kin o Cassillis blude;
But her ten-pund lands o tocher gude;
Were a the charms his lordship loed.
My ladys gown, &c.
Out oer yon muir, out oer yon moss,
Whare gor-cocks thro the heather pass,
There wons auld Colins bonie lass,
A lily in a wilderness.
My ladys gown, &c.
Sae sweetly move her genty limbs,
Like music notes olovers hymns:
The diamond-dew in her een sae blue,
Where laughing love sae wanton swims.
My ladys gown, &c.
My ladys dink, my ladys drest,
The flower and fancy o the west;
But the lassie than a man loes best,
O thats the lass to mak him blest.
My ladys gown, &c.