Had roses tull[62] his shoone,
His stockings were of silken soy,
Wi' garters hanging doune:
It was, I weene, a comelie sight,
To see sae trim a boy;
He was my joy and heart's delight,
My handsome Gilderoy.
Oh! sike twe[63] charming een he had,
A breath as sweet as rose;
He never ware a Highland plaid,