MY Love he was as brave a Man
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as ever Scotland bred,
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Descended from a Highland Clan,
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a Kater to his Trade:
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No Woman then, or Woman kind
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had ever greater Joy,
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Than we two when we lodg'd alone,
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I and my Gilderoy.
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First when I and my Love met,
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with Joy he did me Crown,
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He gave me a new Petticoat,
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and then a Tartan Gown:
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No Woman then, etc.
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Gilderoy was a bony Boy
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when he went to the Glen
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He had Silk Stockings on his Legs,
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and Roses in his Shoon:
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No Woman then, etc.
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When Cilderoy went to the Wood,
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he ofttimes catch'd the Fat,
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Into the Desert as he went,
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scarce one durst Beldecat,
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But if he were as stout as Wallace wight,
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and tall as Dalmahoy,
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He'd never miss to get a Clout
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from my love Gilderoy.
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When Gilderoy and I was young,
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we was brought up together,
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And we were scarce seven years old,
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when the one did love the other?
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out Fathers and our Mothers both
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they thought of us great joy,
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And long'd to see the wedding day
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twixt me and Gilderoy.
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Till it fell once upon a time
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they catch'd him like a Thief,
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And ty'd his hands behind back,
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which was to me much grief?
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Three Gallons large of Iscobee
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they drank to my Loves Foy,
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And in to Edinburgh they have ta'en
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my gallant Gilderoy.
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Pox upon you English Laws,
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that hangs a man for Gear,
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Either for catching Gow or Ewe,
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or stealing Horse or Mare.
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Had not their Laws been so strict,
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I'de never lost my Joy,
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But now he's gone whom I lov'd best,
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I mean my Gilderoy.
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And now he is in Edinburgh Town
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long ere I came there;
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They hanged him upon a Pin,
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And he wagg'd in the Air:
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His Relicts they were more esteem
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than Scanderberg at Troy:
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I never lov'd to see the face
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that gaz'd on Gilderoy.
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