GILDEROY
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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, or 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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2
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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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3
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Gilderoy was a bonny Boy
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when he went to the Glen,
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He had silk Stockens on his Legs,
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and Roses in his Shoon:
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No Woman then, etc.
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4
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When Gilderoy went to the Wood
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he oft-times catch'd the Fat,
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Into the Desert as he went,
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scarce ten 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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5
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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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Our 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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me and Gilderoy.
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6
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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 his Back,
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which was to me great grief;
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Three Gallons large of Iscobee,
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they drank to my Love's Foy,
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And in to Edinburgh they have ta'en
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my gallant Gilderoy.
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7
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Pox upon your English Laws,
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that hangs a Man for Gear,
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Either for catching Cow 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'd never lost my Joy;
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But now he's gone whom I love best,
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I mean my Gilderoy.
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8
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And now he is in Edinburgh Town,
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long e're I came there,
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They hanged him upon a Pin,
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and he wagged in the Air:
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His Relicks they were more esteem'd,
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than Scanderbeg at Troy;
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I never love to see the Face
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[that gaz'd on]Gilderoy.
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