The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/My Lady's Gown there's Gairs upon't
MY LADY'S GOWN THERE'S GAIRS UPON'T.
CHORUS.My lady's gown there's gairs upon'tAnd gowden flowers sae rare upon't;But Jenny's jimps and jirkinet,My lord thinks muckle 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 gown, &c.
My lady's white, my lady's red,And kith and kin o' Cassillis' blude,But her ten-pund lands o' tocher guidWere 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' lover's 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 that a man lo'es best,O that's the lass to make him blest.My lady's gown, &c.