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Gilderoy

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La versione di Sandra Kerr (quasi identica a quella di Shirley...

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.

GILDEROY

Now Gilderoy was as bonny a boy as Scotland ever bred,
He'd knots of ribbons on his shoes and a scarlet cloak so red.
He was beloved by the ladies all; he was such a rakish boy
But he was my sovereign heart's delight, my handsome Gilderoy.

Now Gilderoy and I was born both in one town together
And not past seven years of age that we did love each other.
Our dads and mothers did agree and crowned with mirth and joy
To think upon the bridal day 'twixt me and Gilderoy.

Now Gilderoy and I walked out when we were both fifteen
And gently he did lay me down among the leaves so green.
When he had done what he could do he rose and went away;
He was my sovereign heart's delight, my handsome Gilderoy.

Now what a pity, a man be hanged for stealing a woman there
For he stole neither house nor land, nor stole neither horse nor mare.
Yet none dare meet him face to face, he was such a rakish boy,
At length with numbers he was taken, my handsome Gilderoy.

Now Gilderoy is in Edinburgh Town; it's long ere I was there,
They hanged him on the gallows high and he wagged in the air.
His relics they were more esteemed than Hector's were at Troy,
I never loved to see the face that gazed on Gilderoy.

Now Gilderoy is dead and gone, and how then shall I live?
With a brace of pistols at my side, I'll guard his lonely grave.
They hanged him on the gallows high for being such a rakish boy,
But he was my sovereign heart's delight, my handsome Gilderoy.


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