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GILDEROY

Gilderoy was a bonnie boy,
Had roses to his shoon (1);
His stockings were of silken soy,
With garters hanging down.
It was, I ween (2), a comely (3) sight
To see so trim a boy;
He was my jo, and heart’s delight,
My handsome Gilderoy.

[O, sic twa charming een he had;
His breath as sweet's a rose;
He never wore a Highland plaid,
But costly silken clothes;
He gained the love of ladies gay,
Nane e'er to him was coy;
Ah, wae's me! I mourn the day,
For my dear Gilderoy.

My Gilderoy and I were born
Baith in a'e town thegether:
We scant were seven years before,
We 'gan to love each other,
Our daddies and our mammies, they
Were fill'd with meikle joy,
To think upon the bridal day
'Twixt me and Gilderoy.

For Gilderoy, that love of mine,
Gude faith, I freely bought
A wedding sark of holland fine,
Wi' silken flowers wrought,
And he gied me a wedding ring,
Which I received with joy;
Nae lad and lassie e'er could sing
Like me and Gilderoy.]


Wi’ meikle (4) joy we spent our prime,
Till we were baith (5) sixteen;
And aft we pass’d the langsome time
Amang the leaves sae green;
Aft on the banks we’d sit us there,
And sweetly kiss and toy;
Wi’ garlands gay wad deck my hair,
My handsome Gilderoy.

O, that he still had been content
Wi’ me to lead his life;
But ah, his manfu’ heart was bent
To stir in feats of strife;
And he in many a venturous deed
His courage bald wad try,
And now this gars (6) my heart to bleed
For my dear Gilderoy.

[And when of me his leave he took,
The tears they wat mine e'e,
I gave him a love-parting look,
My benison gang wi' thee!
" God speed thee weel, mine ain dear heart.
For gane is all my joy;
My heart is rent sith we maun part,
My handsome Gilderoy. "]


My Gilderoy baith far and near
Was fear’d in ilka toun (7),
And bauldly bear away the gear
Of mony a lowland loun (8);
Nane e’er durst (9) meet him hand to hand,
He was say brave a boy;
At length wi’ numbers he was ta’en
My handsome Gilderoy.

[The Queen of Scots possessit noucht,
That my love lat me want;
For cow and ewe he to me brought,
And e'en when they were scant;
All those did honestly possess,
He never did annoy,
Who never failed to pay their cess
To my love Gilderoy.

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 mear.
Had not their laws been made so strict
I ne'er had lost my joy;
Wi' sorrow ne'er had wat my cheek,
For my dear Gilderoy.

Gif Gilderoy had done amiss,
He micht have banish'd been;
Ah, what sair cruelty is this,
To hang sic handsome men!
To hang the flower o' Scottish land,
Sae sweet and fair a boy!
Nae lady had sae white a hand
As thee, my Gilderoy!]


Of Gilderoy sae fear’d they were,
They bound him meikle strong;
Till Edinburgh they led him there,
And on a gallows hung;
They hung him high abune the rest,
He was sae trim a boy;
There died the youth whom I loved best,
My handsome Gilderoy.

Thus having yielded up his breath,
I bore his corpse away;
Wi’ tears that trickled for his death,
I washed his comely clay;
And siccar (10) in a grave sae deep,
I laid the dear loved boy;
And now for ever maun I weep
For winsome (11) Gilderoy.

GILDEROY

The last, the dreaded hour is come,
That bears my love from me:
I hear the dead note of the drum,
I mark the fatal tree.
The bell has toll'd; it shakes my heart;
The trumpet speaks thy name:
And must my Gilderoy depart,
To bear a death of shame!

No bosom trembles for thy doom;
No mourner wipes a tear;
The gallows' foot is all they tomb,
The sledge is all thy bier.
Oh Gilderoy! I bethought we then
So soon, so sad to part,
When first in Roslin's lovely glen
You triumph'd o'er my heart?

Your locks they glitter'd to the sheen,
Your hunter garb was trim;
And graceful was the ribbon green,
That bound your many limb!
Ah! little thought I to deplore
Those limbs in fetters bound;
Or hear, upon the scaffold floor,
The midnight hammer sound.

Ye cruel, cruel, that combined
The guiltless to pursue;
My Gilderoy was ever kind,
He could not injure you!
A long adieu! but where shall fly
Thy widow all forlorn,
When ev'ry mean and cruel eye
Regards my wo with scorn?

Yes! they will mock thy widow's tears,
And hate thine orphan boy;
Alas! his infant beauty wears
The form of Gilderoy.
Then will I seek the dreary mound
That wraps thy mouldering clay,
And weep and linger on the ground,
And sigh my heart away.
(1) shoon = shoes il verso è un po’ strano (altrove è scritto come “His breath was sweet as rose”). Letteralmente si traduce con “aveva le rose sulle scarpe”. Nelle versioni inglesi si riporta come “He’d knots of ribbons on his shoes”
(2) to think
(3) comely = attractive
(4) mickle, muckle – much, great
(5) baith = both
(6) gars, maks = to make
(7) toon = town ma qui si intende le farmertoon scozzesi
(8) loon = peasant
(9) durst = dare
(10) siccar = safely
(11) winsome = charming


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