This text comes from The Book of Scottish Song, edited by Alexander Whitelaw, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
My lady's gown there's gairs upon't,
And gowden springs sae rare upon't;
But Jennie's jimps and jerkinet,
My lord thinks meikle mair upon't.
My lord a-hunting he is gane;
But hounds and hawks wi' him are nane;
By Colin's cottage lies his game,
If Colin's Jennie be at hame.
My lady's white, my lady's red,
And kith and kin o' Cassilis' blude;
But her ten-pund lands o' tocher gude
Were a' the charms his lordship lo'ed.
Out ower yon muir, out ower yon moss,
Where gor-cocks throush the heather pass,
There wons auld Colin's bonnie 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 dress'd,
The flower and fancy o' the west;
But the lassie thrtt a man lo'es best,
O, that's the lass to mak' him blest.