Orpheus Caledonius: or, A collection of Scots songs. . a Clout, Frae my Love Gilderoy. The Queen of ^/jpolTeiTed nought, That my Love let me want jFor Cow and Ew he brought to me, And een when they were fcant:All thefe did hoaeftly poffefs, He never did annoy,Who never faild to pay their Cefs To my Love Gilderoy. But ah ! they catchd him on a Hill, And baith his Hands they tied ;Alledging he had done much ill; But Sons of Whores they lyed :Three Gallons large of Ufquebaugh, We drank to his laft Foy,Before he went for Edinburgh», My Deareft Gilderoy. To Edinburgh I followed faft 5 But long eer
Orpheus Caledonius: or, A collection of Scots songs. . a Clout, Frae my Love Gilderoy. The Queen of ^/jpolTeiTed nought, That my Love let me want jFor Cow and Ew he brought to me, And een when they were fcant:All thefe did hoaeftly poffefs, He never did annoy,Who never faild to pay their Cefs To my Love Gilderoy. But ah ! they catchd him on a Hill, And baith his Hands they tied ;Alledging he had done much ill; But Sons of Whores they lyed :Three Gallons large of Ufquebaugh, We drank to his laft Foy,Before he went for Edinburgh», My Deareft Gilderoy. To Edinburgh I followed faft 5 But long eer I came there,They had him mounted on a Maft, And wagging in the Air. P 2 His ro8 Orpheus Caledonius. His Relicks there were mair cfteemd, Than Scanderbeg and Croy 5And evry Man was happy deemd, That gazdon Gilder oy. Aas! that eer fuch Laws were made, To hang a Man tor Gear ;Either for Healing Cow or Sheep, Or yet for Horfe or Mare :Had not the Laws then been fo find, I had never loft my Joy ;But now he lodges with auld Nkky That hangd my Gilder XLVIIL 48 alake ! 1 wont to do ! i • Ohon, Ohon ! I wont to do !Now wont to dos away frae me, Frae filly auld John Ochiltree. Honeft Man John Ochiltree, Mine ain auld John Ochiltree ;Comeanes out oer the Moor to me, And do but what thou dow to do. Alake, alake ! I dow to do ! Walaways! I dow to do !To whoft andhirple oer my Tree, Is a that I dow do to do. Walaways John Ochiltree,For mony a time I telld to thee,Thoud tine the fpeed thy fell wad die,Poor, fill
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