The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Adown winding Nith
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ADOWN WINDING NITH.
TUNE—'THE MUCKIN O' GEORDIE'S BYRE.'
Adown winding Nith I did wander,To mark the sweet flowers as they spring;Adown winding Nith I did wander,Of Phillis to muse and to sing.
CHORUS.Awa wi' your belles and your beauties,They never wi' her can compare;Whaever has met wi' my Phillis,Has met wi' the queen o' the fair.
The daisy amus'd my fond fancy,So artless, so simple, so wild;Thou emblem, said I, o' my Phillis,For she is Simplicity's child.Awa, &c.
The rose-bud's the blush o' my charmer,Her sweet balmy lip when 'tis prest:How fair and how pure is the lily,But fairer and purer her breast.Awa, &c.
Yon knot of gay flowers in the arbour,They ne'er wi' my Phillis can vie:Her breath is the breath o' the woodbine,Its dew-drop o' diamond, her eye.Awa', &c.
Her voice is the song of the morningThat wakes through the green-spreading groveWhen Phœbus peeps over the mountains,On music, and pleasure, and love.Awa, &c.
But beauty how frail and how fleeting,The bloom of a fine summer's day!While worth in the mind o' my PhillisWill flourish without a decay.Awa, &c.