And quickly hied he down the stair; Of fifteen steps he made but three; He's ta'en his bonny love in his arms And kist and kist her tenderlie. "O hae ye ta'en anither bride? And hae ye clean forgotten me? And hae ye quite forgotten her That gave you life and libertie?" She lookit o'er her left shoulder, To hide the tears stood in her ee: "Now fare thee well, young Beichan," she says, "I'll try to think no more on thee." "O never, never, Susie Pye, For surely this can never be, Nor ever shall I wed but her That's done and dreed so much for me." Then out and spak the forenoon bride: "My lord, your love it changeth soon. This morning I was made your bride, And another chose ere it be noon." "O hold thy tongue, thou forenoon bride, Ye're ne'er a whit the worse for me, And whan ye return to your ain land, A double dower I'll send with thee." He's ta'en Susie Pye by the milkwhite hand, And led her thro' the halls sae hie, And aye as he kist her red-rose lips, "Ye're dearly welcome, jewel, to me." He's ta'en her by the milkwhite hand, And led her to yon fountain-stane; He's changed her name from Susie Pye, And call'd her his bonny love, Lady Jane. * * * * * GILDEROY. Gilderoy was a bonnie boy, Had roses till his shoon, His stockings were of silken soy, Wi' garters hanging doun: It was, I ween, a comely sight, To see sae trim a boy; He was my joy and heart's delight, My winsome Gilderoy. O sic twa charming e'en he had, A breath as sweet as rose, He never ware a Highland plaid, But costly silken clothes; He gained the love of ladies gay, Nane e'er to him was coy; Ah, wae is me! I mourn this day For my dear Gilderoy. My Gilderoy and I were born Baith in one toun together, We scant were seven years beforn We 'gan to luve each ither; Our daddies and our mammies they Were fill'd wi' meikle joy, To think upon the bridal day Of me and Gilderoy. For Gilderoy, that luve of mine, Gude faith, I freely bought A wedding sark of Holland fine, Wi' dainty ruffles wrought; And he gied me a wedding-ring, Which I received wi' joy; Nae lad nor lassie e'er could sing Like me and Gilderoy. Wi' meikle joy we spent our prime, Till we were baith sixteen, And aft we passed the langsam 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 bold wad try; And now this gars my heart to bleed For my dear Gilderoy. And when of me his leave he took, The tears they wat mine e'e; I gied him sic a parting look: "My benison gang wi' thee! God speed thee weel, my ain dear heart, For gane is all my joy; My heart is rent sith we maun part, My handsome Gilderoy."