Which when her Uncle understood, When she was got her Love behind, But as they did this great Haste make, And unto him fhe 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, Who's there? 'Tis I, fhe then reply'd ; Who wonder'd much her Voice to hear, And was poffefs'd with Dread and Fear. Her Father he did tell, and then Pray Sir, did you not fend for me, By fuch a Meffenger, faid fhe; Where is he? then to her he said, He ftar'd about, and there could he His Daughter he faid nothing to, Her Father to the Father went They ask'd her, and she still did fay, A Handkerchief she said she ty'd Affrighted, then they did behold And though he had a Month been dead, This thing unto her then they told, And the whole Truth they did unfold; She was thereat so terrified And grieved, that fhe quickly died. Part not true Love, you rich Men then, Your Daughters love, give them their way, XXXIX. The XXXIX. The Scotch Lover's Lamentation : Or, Gilderoy's laft Farewell. There is nothing wanting to make 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 Praise, 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 moft 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 anymore Introductions, tho' there be a Story belonging to Bonny Dundee, for I very much question the Truth of it. N 4 GILDEROY ILDER OY was a bonny Boy, G' 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, Since one did love each other; For Gilderoy, that Love of mine, In muckle Joy we spent our time, When |