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Was a bonny boy,

had roses in his shoon,

His stockings were of silken soy,

wi’ garters hanging down:

It was, I ween, a comely fight,

to see sae trim a boy!

He was my jo, and heart’s delight,

my hansome Gilderoy.

Oh! sic two charming een he had,

a breath as sweet as rose!

He never wore a Highland plaid,

but costly silken cl thes:

He gain’d the luve of ladies gay,

nane e’er to him was coy;

Ah! wae is me! I mourn the day,

for my dear Gilderoy.

My Gilderoy and I were born

baith in together,

We, scant were seven years before

we ’gan to luve each ther: ,

Our daddies and our mammies they

were fill’d wi' meikie joy,