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 We scant were seven years beforu We gan to luve ilk ither: Our daddies and our mammies they Were fill’d wi’ mickle joy. To think upon the bridal day Of me and Gilderoy.

For Gilderoy, that love of mine, Gude faith, I freely bought A wedding sark of Holland fine, Wi’ dainty ruffles wrought: And he gied me a wedding ring Which I received wi’ joy: Nae lad nor lassie e’er could sing Like me and Gilderoy.

Wi’ mickle joy we spent our prime Till we were baith sixteen, And aft we past the langsome time Amang the leaves sae green: Aft on the banks we’d sit us there, And sweetly kiss and toy; While he wi’ garlands deck’d my hair. My handsome Gilderoy.

Oh that he still had been content Wi’ me to lead his life! But, ah, his manfu’ heart was bent To stir in feats of strife. And he in many a venturous deed His courage bauld wad try; And now this gars my heart to bleed For my dear Gilderoy.