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'lovers' 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 than a man lo'es best,

o that's the lass to mak him blest.

my lady's gown, c.