When he had done what he could do,
He rose and gang'd his way,
But ever fince 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 faw before,

He fill'd my Heart in ev'ry Vein,
With Love and mickle Joy,
But when shall I behold again,
Mine own fweet Gilderoy.

'Tis pitty Men should e'er be hang'd
That take up Women's Geer,
Or for their pilfering Sheep or Calf,
Or ftealing Cow or Mare.

Had not our Laws been made so strict
Is'd never loft my Joy,

Who was my Love and Heart's Delight,
My handsome Gilderoy.

'Cause Gilderoy had done amifs,
Must he be punish'd then?
What kind of Cruelty is this,
To hang fuch handsome Men!
The Flower of the Scottish Land,
A fweet 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 handfome Gilderoy.

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Thus

Thus having yielded up his Breath,
In Cyprus he was laid,

Then for my deareft, 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

10 VIMU AIMBOTLIAD

XL. Bonny Dundee: Or, Jockey's Deliverance. Being the Valiant Escape from Dundee, and the Parfon's Daughter, whom he had mow'd.

To an Excellent Tune, call'd Bonny Dundee.

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Here gottest thou the Haver-mill Bonack,
Blind Booby can'ft thou not fee,
Ife got it out of the Scotchman's Wollet,
As he lig loofing him under a Tree,
Come fill up my Cup, come fill up my Can,
Come faddle my Horfe, and call up my Man,
Come open the Gates, and let me go free
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 Parfon's Daughter of bonny Dundee,
Come fill up my Cup, come fill up my Can,
Come faddle my Horfe, and call up my Man,
Come open the Gates, and let me go free,
For Ife gang no more to bonny Dundee.

Altho' Ife gotten her Maiden-head,
Gued Faith Ife given mine in lieu,
For when at her Daddy's Ife gang to Bed,
Ife mow'd her without any more to do;

Ife