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Oh Gilderoy was a bonnie lad
His breath was sweet as rose
He never wore a Highland plaid
But costly silken clothes
He gained the love of ladies gay
None e’er to him weas coy
Ah, woe is me, I mourn the day for dear Glideroy

With muckle joy we spent our prime
Till we were baith sixteen
And oft we passed the langsome time
amang the leaves sae green
Oft on the banks we’d sit us there
And sweetly kiss and toy
Wi’ garlands gay would deckmy hair
My handsome Gilderoy

O, that he still had been content
with me to lead his life,
But ah, his manful heart was bent
to stirring feats of strife,
And he in many a venturous deed
his courage bold would try,
And now this maks my heart to bleed
for my dear Gilderoy.

My Gilderoy, baith far and near
was feared in every toon
And boldly bore awa’ the gear
of many a lowland loon
None e’er durst meet him hand to hand
he was sae brave a boy
At length, with numbers, he was ta’en
my handsome Gilderoy

Of Gilderoy so feared they were
they bound him mickle strong
To Edinburgh they led him there
and on a gallows hung
They hung him high above the rest
he was sae trim a boy
There died the youth I lo’ed the best
my handsome Gilderoy.

Thus having yeilded up his breath
I bore his corpse away
With tears that trickled for his death
I washed his comely clay
And safely in a grave sae deep
I laid the dear loved boy
And now forever I must weep for winsome Gilderoy


© Patrick Roy MacGregor

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