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.