1 If For gane is all my joy; My Gilderoy, baith far and near, Of many a lawland loun: He was sae brave a boy; At length wi' numbers he was tane, Wae worth the loun that made the laws, To hang a man for gear, To 'reave of life for ox or ass, For sheep, or horse, or mare: Had not their laws been made sae strick, I neir had lost my joy; Wi' sorrow neir had wat my cheek For my dear Gilderoy. Giff Gilderoy had done amisse, He mought hae banisht been, Ah, what fair cruelty is this, Of Gilderoy sae fraid they were, They bound him mickle strong, Tull Edenburrow they led him thair, They hung him high aboon the rest, He was so trim a boy: Thair dyed the youth whom I lued best, My handsome Gilderoy. 1 Safely Thus having yielded up his breath, I bare his corpse away; Wi' tears, that trickled for his death, I laid the dear-lued boy, |