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THE SONGS OF BURNS.
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MY LADY'S GOWN THERE'S GAIRS UPON'T.
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 muckle mair 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 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.
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 guid
Were a' the charms his lordship lo'ed.
My lady's gown, &c.
And kith and kin o' Cassillis' blude,
But her ten-pund lands o' tocher guid
Were 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.
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.
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.
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.
ROBIN SHURE IN HAIRST.
CHORUS.
Robin shure in hairst,
I shure wi' him,
Fient a heuk had I,
Yet I stack by him.
Robin shure in hairst,
I shure wi' him,
Fient a heuk had I,
Yet I stack by him.
I gaed up to Dunse,
To warp a wab o' plaiden,
At his daddie's yett,
Wha met me but Robin.
To warp a wab o' plaiden,
At his daddie's yett,
Wha met me but Robin.
Was na Robin bauld,
Tho' I was a cotter,
Play'd me sic a trick
And me the eller's dochter?
Robin shure, &c.
Tho' I was a cotter,
Play'd me sic a trick
And me the eller's dochter?
Robin shure, &c.
Robin promis'd me
A' my winter vittle;
Fient haet he had but three
Goose feathers and a whittle.
Robin shure, &c.
A' my winter vittle;
Fient haet he had but three
Goose feathers and a whittle.
Robin shure, &c.
O WHY THE DEUCE.
EXTEMPORE. APRIL 1782.
O why the deuce should I repine,
And be an ill foreboder?
I'm twenty-three, and five feet nine—
I'll go and be a sodger.
And be an ill foreboder?
I'm twenty-three, and five feet nine—
I'll go and be a sodger.
I gat some gear wi' meikle care,
I held it weel thegither;
But now it's gain and something mair,
I'll go and be a sodger.
I held it weel thegither;
But now it's gain and something mair,
I'll go and be a sodger.