When he had done what he could do,

He rose and gang’d his way,
But ever since I love the Man,

My handsome Gilderoy,
While we did both together play

He kiss'd me o'er and o'er;
Gued Faith it was as Blith a Day

As e'er I saw before,
He fill'd my Heart in ev'ry Vein,

With Love and mickle Joy,
But when shall I behold again,
Mine own sweet Gilderoy.
'Tis pitty Men should e'er be hang'd

That take up Women's Geer,
Or for their pilfering Sheep or Calf,

Or stealing Cow or Mare.
Had not our Laws been made so strict

Is'd never lost my Joy,
Who was my Love and Heart's Delight,

My handsome Gilderoy.
'Cause Gilderoy had done amniss,

Must he be punish'd then ? What kind of Cruelty is this,

To hang such handsome Men!
The Flower of the Scottish Land,

A sweet and lovely Boy :
He likewise had a Lady's Hand,

My handsome Gilderoy.
At Leith they took my Gilderoy,

And there God-wot they bang'd him,
Carry'd him to fair Edinburgh,

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 handsome Gilderoy.

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Thus

Thus having yielded up his Breath,

In Cyprus 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.

XL. Bonny

XL.
Bonny Dundee:

Or, Jockey's Deliverance. Being the Valiant Escape from Dundee,

and the Parson's Daughter, whom he had mow'd.

To an Excellent Tune, call’d Bonny Dundee.

W:

Here gottest thou the Haver-mill Bonack,

Blind Booby can'ít thou not see,
Ise got it out of the Scotchman's Wollet,

As he lig loosing him under a Tree,
Come fill up my Cup, come fill up my Can,
Come faddle my Horse, and call up my Man,

Come open the Gates, and let me go frue

For Ife gang no more to bonny Dundee.
For I have neither robbed nor stole,

Nor have I done any Injury,
But I have gotten a fair Maid with Child,

The Parson's Daughter of bonny Dundee,
Come fill up my Cup, come fill up my Can,
Come faddle my Horse, and call up my Man,

Come open the Gates, and let me go free,

For Ife gang no more to bonny Dundee.
Altho' Ise gotten her Maiden-head,

Gued Faith Ise given mine in lieu,
For when at her Daddy's Ise gang to Bed,

Ise mow'd her without any more to do ;