# Gilderoy's
FAREWELL.

Printed and Sold by J. Pitts, Great St.
Andrew Street, Seven Dials.

GILDEROY was a bonny boy, had roses on his
shoes
His stockings made of the finest silk his garters hang-
ing down,

It were a comely sight to see he were so trim a boy

He was my joy and heart's delight my handsome Gil-
deroy.

O such a charming eye he had his breath sweet as a rose
He never wore a highland plad but costly silken clothes
He gain'd the love of the ladies gaily there's none to him
was coy

Ah ! woe is me ! mourn the day for my dear Gilderoy.
My Gilderoy and I were both born in a town together
Not passing seven year ago since we did love each
other

Our daddies and our mammies both were clad with
mickle joy

To think upon the bridal day twixt me and Gilderoy.
My Gilderoy that love of mine good faith I'd freely
bought

a wedding sark of Holland fine with silken flowers
wrought

And he gave me a wedding ring which I received with
joy

No lads and lasses e'er could sing like me and Gilde-
roy.

With mickle joy we spent our time till we were both
fifteen

(green)
Then gently he laid me down among the leaves so
When he had done what he did do he rose and gang'd
his way

but ever since I loved the man my handsome Gilderoy.
While we together both did play he kiss'd me o'er
and o'er

Gued day it was as blithe a day as e'er I saw before

He filled my heart in every vein with love and mickle
joy

but when shall I behold again my handsome Gilde-
roy
Tis a pity men should e'er be hanged, that take up
women' geer

(mar-
Or for their pilfering sheep or calf or stealing cow or
Had not our laws been made so strict I'se ne'er lost
my joy

Who was my love and heart's delight my handsome
Gilderoy.

Cause Gilderoy had done aniss must I be punished then.
What kind of cruelty is this to hang such sort of men
The flower of all the scottish land a sweet and lovely
boy,

He had likewise a lady's hand my handsome Gilderoy
At Leith they took my Gilderoy and there got wot
they try'd him.

Carryed him to fair Edinburgh and there got wot
They bang'd him up above the rest he was so trim a boy
My only love and heart's delight my handsome gilderoy
Thus having yielded up his breath in cypress he was
laid,

The for my dearest after death a funeral I made,

Over his grave a marble stone I fixed for my joy

Now I'm left to weep alone for my handsome Gilde-
roy.