Our dadies and our mammies thay, Were fill'd wi' mickle joy, To think upon the bridall day, Twixt me and Gilderoy. For Gilderoy that luve of mine, Wi' mickle joy we spent our prime, Wi' garlands gay wad deck my hair Oh! that he ftill had been content, But, ah! his manfu' heart was bent, And he in many a venturous deed, His courage bauld wad try, And now this gars mine heart to bleed, For my dear Gilderoy. And when of me his leave he tuik, I gave tull him a parting luik, 66 My benison gang wi' thee! God fpeed the weil, mine ain dear heart, For gane is all my joy; My heart is rent fith we maun part, My Gilderoy baith far and near, Was fear'd in every toun, Of many a lawland loun; Nane eir durft meet him man to man, He was fae brave a boy, At length wi' numbers he was tane. Wae worth the loon that made the laws, To hang a man for gear, To 'reave of life for ox or afs, For fheep, or horfe, or mare: Had not their laws been made fae flick, I neir had loft my joy, Wi' forrow neir had wat my cheek, Giff Gilderoy had done amiffe, Ah! what fair cruelty is this, To hang fike handsome men: Of Gilderoy fae fraid they were, They hung him high aboon the reft, He was fae trim a boy, Thair dyed the youth whom I lued beft, My handfome Gilderoy. Thus having yielded up his breath, I bare his corpfe away, Wi' tears, that trickled for his death, And fiker in a grave fae deep, I laid the dear-lued boy, And now for evir maun I weep, A WINIFREDA; WAY; let nought to love displeasing, Let nought delay the heavenly bleffing, What tho' no grants of royal donors Our name, while virtue thus we tender, What though from fortune's lavish bounty Still fhall each returning season And that's the only life to live. Through youth and age in love excelling, How fhould I love the pretty creatures, And, when with envy time transported, |