The Scotch lover's lamentation: or, Gilderoy's last faewe. To an excellent new tune, much in request. Licensed according to order. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06056 of text N69458 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing S956). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B06056 ESTC R221433 Wing S956 ESTC R221433 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.40.m.9.[102] 99882433 ocm99882433 182255 2248520521

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B06056) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182255) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:2[103]) The Scotch lover's lamentation: or, Gilderoy's last faewe. To an excellent new tune, much in request. Licensed according to order. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed for C. Bates, at the Sun and Bible in Pye-corner, London: : [not before 1690] Verse: "Gilderoy was a bonny boy ..." Date of publication suggested by Wing. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Love -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo The Scotch lover's lamentation: or, Gilderoy's last farewel. To an excellent new tune, much in request. Licensed according to order. anon 1690 1 581 7 0 0 0 0 0 120.48 F The rate of 120.48 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-04 Sampled and proofread 2009-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Scotch Lover's Lamentation : OR , GILDEROY's Last FAEWE . To an excellent new Tune , much in request .

Licensed according to Order .

GIlderoy was a bonny Boy , had roses tull his shun , His Stockings made of the finest silk , his Garters ha●ging down : It was a comely sight to see , he were so trim a Boy ; He was my J●y and Heart's Delight , my handsom Gilderoy . Oh , sike a charming Eyen he had , a breath as I●ve t●as Rose , He never wore a Highland plad , but costly silken Cloaths : He gain'd the love of Ladies gay , there 's none to him was coy ; Ah way 's me , I se mourn this Day for my dear Gilderoy . My Gilderoy and I was born both in one Town together , Not passing seven Years ago , since one did love each other : Our Daddies and our Mammies both , were cloath'd with mic●le joy , To think upon the Bridal-day , betwixt I and my Gilderoy . For Gilderoy , that Love of mine , gued faith I se freely bought A weddin●●ark of Holland fine , with silken flowers wrought ; And he gave me a wedding-ring , which I receiv'd with joy ; No Lads or Lasse e're 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 gang'd his way , B●t ever since I lov'd the Man , my bandsom Gilderoy While we did both together play , he kiss'd me o're and o're ; Gued fairh it was as blith a day , as e're I saw before ; He fill'd my heart in e'ry vein , with love and mickle joy ; But when shall I behold again , mine own sweet Gilderoy ? 'T is pity Men should e're be hang'd , that takes up Women's geer , Or for their pelfering sheep or calves , or stealing cow or mare ; Had not our laws been made so strict , I 'd never lost my Joy , Who was my Love and Heart's Delight , my handsom 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 lively 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 so trim a Boy , My only Love and Heart's Delight , my handsom Gilderoy . Thus having yielded up his breath , in cyprus he was laid , Then for my Dearest , after death , a funeral I made , Over his grave a marble stone , I fixed for my Joy , Now I am left to weep alone , for my dear Gilderoy .

LONDON : Printed for C. Bates , at the Sun and Bible in Pye-corner .