Variations on Gilderoy for violin and piano


Based on the old Scottish ballad Gilderoy, about a handsome highwayman who was eventually betrayed by his mistress.

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.