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 Than we two when we were alone,

I and my Gilderoy.

At length they catch'd him on a hill,

and baith his hands they ty'd,

Alledging he had done some ill,

but sons of whores they ly'd;

Three gallons large of Usquebae

we drank at his last foy,

Before he went to Edinburgh,

I mean my Gilderoy.

To Edinburgh we follow'd fast,

but lang or I came there,

They had him mounted on a mast,

and hinging in the air.

His relics they were more esteem'd,

than in Croy,

And every one was happy deem'd,

that on Gilderoy.

Now I must sell my good beef-stands,

I wot they cost me dear,

For as lang as my true love liv'd,

he fill'd them once a year:

For beef and mutton, venison,

of what I could destroy,

But now he hings above the rest,

my handsome Gilderoy.

I never will love man again,

my heart is now so sore,

My love shall still more strong remain,

till I can love no more: