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30 SONGS OF SCOTLAND.
And he in many a venturous deed,
His courage bauld wad try,
And now this gars my heart to bleed
For my dear Gilderoy.
And when of me his leave he took,
The tears they wat mine e'e ;
I gave him a love-parting look,
My benison gang wi' thee !
God-speed thee weel, mine ain dear heart.
For gane is all my joy ;
My heart is rent, sith we maun part,
My handsome Gilderoy.
My Gilderoy, baith far and near,
Was fear'd in ilka toun,
And bauldly bare away the gear
Of mony a Lawland loun :
Nane e'er durst meet him hand to hand,
He was sae brave a boy ;
At length wi' numbers he was ta'en,
My handsome Gilderoy ! .-
The Queen of Scots possessit nocht,
That my luve let me want ;
For cow and ewe he to me brocht,
And e'en when they were scant :
All those did honestly possess,
He never did annoy,
Who never fail'd to pay their cess
To my love Gilderoy.
Wae worth the loun that made the laws
To hang a man for gear !
To reave of life for ox or ass,
For sheep, or horse, or mear !

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