The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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MY LORD A-HUNTING |
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MY LORD A-HUNTING
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!
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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.
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My lady's white, my lady's red,And kith and kin o' Cassillis' blude;
But her ten-pund lands o' tocher guid
Were a' the charms his lordship lo'ed.
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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.
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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!
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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!
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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!
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