a Wife you still may tarry:
But if all young Men were of your mind,
And Maids no better were preferred;
I think it were when the D----l were blind,
That we and our Lovers should be Married.

Gilderoys _last Farewel. To a New Tune._

[Music]

_Gilderoy_ was a bonny Boy,
Had Roses tull his shun,
His Stockings were made of the finest Silk,
His Garters hanging down:
It was a comely sight to see,
He was so trim a Boy;
He was my Joy and Heart's Delight,
_My Handsom_ Gilderoy.

Oh sike a charming Eye he had,
A Breath as sweet as a Rose,
He never wore a Hiland plad,
But costly silken Cloaths:
He gain'd the Love of Ladies gay,
There's none to him was Coy;
Ah, wa's me, Ise mourn this Day,
_For my Dear_ Gilderoy.

My _Gilderoy_ and I was born,
Both in one Town together;
Not past Seven years of Age,
Since one did Love each other:
Our Daddies and our Mammies both,
Were cloath'd with mickle Joy,
To think upon the Bridal Day,
_Betwixt I and my_ Gilderoy.

For _Gilderoy_, that Love of mine,
Geud faith Ise freely bought:
A Wedding-sark of Holland fine,
With Silk in Flowers wrought:
And he gave me a Wedding Ring,
Which I receiv'd with Joy;
No Lads or Lasses e'er could Sing,
_Like my sweet_ Gilderoy.

In mickle Joy we spent our time,
Till we was both Fifteen;
Then gently he did lay me down,
Amongst the leaves so green:
When he had done what he could do,
He rose and he gang'd his way;
But ever since I lov'd the Man,
_My Handsome_ Gilderoy.

While we did both together play,
He kiss'd me o'er and o'er;
Geud faith it was as blith a Day,
As e'er I saw before:
He fill'd my Heart in every Vein,
With Love and mickle Joy;
Who was my Love and Hearts delight,
_Mine own sweet_ Gilderoy.

Oh never, never shall I see,
The cause of past Delight;
Or sike a lovely Lad as he,
Transport my Ravish'd sight:
The Law forbids what Love enjoyns,
And does prevent our Joy;
Though just and fair were the Designs,
_Of me and_ Gilderoy.

'Cause _Gilderoy_ had done amiss,
Must he be punish'd then;
What kind of Cruelty is this
To hang such Handsom Men?
The Flower of the _Scotish_ land,
A sweet and lovely Boy;
He likewise had a Lady's Hand,
_My Handsom_ Gilderoy.

At _Leith_ they took my _Gilderoy_,
And there God wot they bang'd him:
Carry'd him to fair _Edenburgh_,
And there God wot they hang'd him:
They hang'd him up above the rest,
He was