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 When Gilderoy went to the glen,

he always chus'd the fat,

And in thoſe days there was not ten,

with him durſt bell the cat:

Though he had been as Wallace ſtout,

and tall as Dalmahoy,

He never miſs'd to get a clout,

from my love Gilderoy.

My love ſometimes when he lay down,

did kiſs me, and why not,

And bought to me a tartan gown,

and ſkyring petticoat:

A woman and a woman's ſon,

had never greater joy,

Than we two when we were alone,

I, and my Gilderoy.

At length they catch'd him on a hill,

and both his hands they ty'd,

Alledging he had done ſome ill,

but ſons of whores they ly'd:

Three gallons large of Uſquebah,

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 relicks they were more eſteem'd,

than Scanderbeg in Croy,