My Lady's gown there's gairs upon't


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 tenpund lands o' tocher gude Were a' the charms his Lordship lo'ed. Out o'er yon moor, 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 loes best, O that's the Lass to mak him blest. 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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Stuart McQuarrie

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This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1787 and is read here by Stuart McQuarrie.

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