Which when her Uncle understood, He hop'd it would be for her good, And gave Consent to her straitway, That with him the fhould come away. When she was got her Love behind, But as they did this great Hafte make, And unto him she thus did fay, When we come Home a Fire we'll have ; Soon were they at her Father's Door, She knock'd, and strait a Man he cry'd, Her Father he did tell, and then Pray Sir, did you not fend for me, By fuch a Messenger, faid fhe; Which made his Hair ftare on his Head, Where Where is he then to her he said, He's in the Stable, quoth the Maid. He star'd about, and there could he His Daughter he said nothing to, Her Father to the Father went They ask'd her, and fhe ftill did fay, A Handkerchief fhe faid the ty'd Affrighted, then they did behold This thing unto her then they told, And the whole Truth they did unfold; She was thereat fo terrified And grieved, that the quickly died. Part not true Love, you rich Men then, Your Daughters love, give them their way, XXXIX. The Scotch Lover's Lamentation : Or, Gilderoy's laft Farewell. There is nothing wanting tomake this Volume a perfect Medly, and to fit fome Ballad to the Taste of every Reader; but the adding of a few old Scotch Songs, and therefore I fhall clofe my Collection with 'em. The Hero of the following Ballad cannot be recorded very much to his Praife, for befides Robberies and common Murders, he is accus'd of Parricide and Inceft. It is fomewhere faid of him, that he fet fire to his Mother's Houfe, cut her Throat, ravish'd his Sifters, fled into France, pick'd Cardinal Richlieu's Pocket in the King's Prefence, return'd to England, robb'd Oliver Cromwell, hang'd a Judge, and was at length taken and executed in Scotland, a little before the Restoration. As most Stories of this Nature are advanc'd without any good Foundation, but barely upon meer Report, I shall not enter into the Particulars of 'em, nor trouble my Readers with any more Introductions, tho' there be a Story belonging to Bonny Dundee, for I very much question the Truth of it. N 4 GILDEROY Ꮐ ILDEROY was a bonny Boy, G'Had Rofes tull his Shoon, His Stockings made of the finest Silk, It were a comely Sight to fee, He was my Joy and Heart's Delight, Oh! fike a Charming Eyne he had, He gain'd the Love of Ladies gay, My Gilderoy and I were born Both in one Town together, Not paffing seven Years ago, Since one did love each other; Our Daddies and our Mammies both For Gilderoy, that Love of mine, In muckle Joy we spent our time, Till we were both fixteen, Then gently he did lay me down, Among the Leaves fo green. When |