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III. LOVE : HUMOROUS
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No. 171. My lord a- hunting he is gane.
Tune : My lady's gown. Scots Musical Museum, 1803, No. 554.
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Chorus. My lady's gown, there' sgairs upon't, And gowden flowers sae rare tipon't;
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But Jenny's jimps andjir -kin- et, My lord thinks meikle mair up-on't.
My lord a-hunt - ing he is gane, But hounds or hawks wi' him are nane;
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By Colin's cot - tage lies his game, If Colin's Jen-ny be at hame.
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 gane,
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 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.
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.
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 dink, my lady 's drest.
The flower and fancy o' the west ;
But the lassie that a man lo'es best,
O, that 's the lass to mak him blest !