so trim a Boy;
My only Love and Heart's Delight,
_My Handsom_ Gilderoy.

Thus having yielded up his Breath,
In _Cypress_ he was laid;
Then for my dearest, after Death,
A Funeral I made:
Over his Grave a Marble-stone,
I fixed for my Joy;
Now I am left to weep alone,
_For my dear_ Gilderoy.

_The_ SCOTCH _Wedding_

_Between_ JOCKEY _and_ JENNY.

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Then _Jockey_ wou'd a Wooing away,
On our Feast-day when he was foo;
Then _Jenny_ put on her best Array,
When she thought _Jockey_ would come to Woo.

If I thought _Jockey_ were come to Town,
It wad be for the leve of me;
Then wad I put on beth Hat and Goown,
Because I'd seem worstsome in his Eye.

Then _Jenny_ prick'd up a brant breeght broow,
She was as breeght as onny clock;
As _Moggy_ always used to do,
For fear her Sweet-heart shou'd her mock.

Then _Jenny_ shoo tripped up the Stairs,
And secretly to shift her Smock;
But leard how loud her mother swears,
O hast away _Jenny_, and come to _Jock_.

Then _Jenny_ came tripping down the Stairs,
Oh Leard so nimbly tripped she;
But oh how _Jockey_ began to stare,
When he beheld hur fair Beauty!

Then _Jenny_ made a Curtshy low,
Until the Stairs did touch her Dock;
But Leard how loud her Mother did lough,
When shoo _Jenny_ was come to _Jock_.

Then _Jockey_ tuke _Jenny_ by the Nease,
Saying my dear Lovey canst thou loof me?
My Father is Dead and has left me Land,
Some fair ould Houses twa or three.

Thou shalt be the Lady o'er them aw,
I doot, quod _Jenny_ you do me mock;
Ad ta my saw, quoth _Jockey_, then,
I come to woo thee _Jenny_, quoth _Jock_.

_This to be said after the_ SONG.

Sea then they gang'd to the Kirk to be wad; noow they den't use to wad
in _Scotchland_ as they wad in _England_, for they gang to the Kirk,
and they take the Donkin by the Rocket, and say, good morn Sir Donkin,
says Sir Donkin, ah _Jockey_ sen ater me, wit ta ha _Jenny_ to thy
wadded Wife? ay by her Lady quoth _Jockey_ and thanka twa, we aw my
Heart; ah _Jenny_ sen ater me, wit ta ha _Jockey_ to thy wadded Loon,
to have and to hold for aver and aver, forsaking aw other Loons,
lubberloons, black Lips, blue Nases, an aw Swiggbell'd caves? ah, an
these twa be'nt as weel wadded as e'er I wadded twa in _Scotchland_,
the Deel and St. _Andrew_ part ye.

_A_ Scotch SONG _made to the_ Irish JIGG, _and Sung to the King at_
Whitehall.

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