Gilderoys last Farewel. To a New Tune.
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GIlderoy was a bonny Boy,
Had Roses tull his shun,
His Stockings were made of the finest Silk,
His Garters hanging down:
It was a comely sight to see,
He was so trim a Boy;
He was my Joy and Heart’s Delight,
My Handsom Gilderoy.
Oh sike a charming Eye he had,
A Breath as sweet as a Rose,
He never wore a Hiland plad,
But costly silken Cloaths:
He gain’d the Love of Ladies gay,
There’s none to him was Coy;
Ah, wa’s me, Ise mourn this Day,
For my Dear Gilderoy.
My Gilderoy and I was born,
Both in one Town together;
Not past Seven years of Age,
Since one did Love each other:
Our Daddies and our Mammies both,
Were cloath’d with mickle Joy,
To think upon the Bridal Day,
Betwixt I and my Gilderoy.
For Gilderoy, that Love of mine,
Geud faith Ise freely bought:
A Wedding-sark of Holland fine,
With Silk in Flowers wrought:
And he gave me a Wedding Ring,
Which I receiv’d with Joy;
No Lads or Lasses e’er could Sing,
Like my sweet Gilderoy.
In mickle Joy we spent our time,
Till we was both Fifteen;
Then gently he did lay me down,
Amongst the leaves so green:
When he had done what he could do,
He rose and he gang’d his way;
But ever since I lov’d the Man,
My Handsome Gilderoy.
While we did both together play,
He kiss’d me o’er and o’er;
Geud faith it was as blith a Day,
As e’er I saw before:
He fill’d my Heart in every Vein,
With Love and mickle Joy;
Who was my Love and Hearts delight,
Mine own sweet Gilderoy.
Oh never, never shall I see,
The cause of past Delight;
Or sike a lovely Lad as he,
Transport my Ravish’d sight:
The Law forbids what Love enjoyns,
And does prevent our Joy;
Though just and fair were the Designs,
Of me and Gilderoy.
’Cause Gilderoy had done amiss,
Must he be punish’d then;
What kind of Cruelty is this
To hang such Handsom Men?
The Flower of the Scotish land,
A sweet and lovely Boy;
He likewise had a Lady’s Hand,
My Handsom Gilderoy.
At Leith they took my Gilderoy,
And there God wot they bang’d him:
Carry’d him to fair Edenburgh,
And there God wot they hang’d him:
They hang’d him up above the rest,
He was so trim a Boy;
My only Love and Heart’s Delight,
My Handsom Gilderoy.
Thus having yielded up his Breath,
In Cypress he was laid;
Then for my dearest, after Death,
A Funeral I made:
Over his Grave a Marble-stone,
I fixed for my Joy;
Now I am left to weep alone,
For my dear Gilderoy.
The SCOTCH Wedding
Between Jockey and Jenny.
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THEN Jockey wou’d a Wooing away,
On our Feast-day when he was foo;
Then Jenny put on her best Array,
When she thought Jockey would come to Woo.
If I thought Jockey were come to Town,
It wad be for the leve of me;
Then wad I put on beth Hat and Goown,
Because I’d seem worstsome in his Eye.
Then Jenny prick’d up a brant breeght broow,
She was as breeght as onny clock;
As Moggy always used to do,
For fear her Sweet-heart shou’d her mock.
Then Jenny shoo tripped up the Stairs,
And secretly to shift her Smock;
But leard how loud her mother swears,
O hast away Jenny, and come to Jock.
Then Jenny came tripping down the Stairs,
Oh Leard so nimbly tripped she;
But oh how Jockey began to stare,
When he beheld hur fair Beauty!
Then Jenny made a Curtshy low,
Until the Stairs did touch her Dock;
But Leard how loud her Mother did lough,
When shoo Jenny was come to Jock.
Then Jockey tuke Jenny by the Nease,
Saying my dear Lovey canst thou loof me?
My Father is Dead and has left me Land,
Some fair ould Houses twa or three.
Thou shalt be the Lady o’er them aw,
I doot, quod Jenny you do me mock;
Ad ta my saw, quoth Jockey, then,
I come to woo thee Jenny, quoth Jock.