The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/O Philly
O PHILLY.
TUNE—'THE SOW'S TAIL.'
HE.O Philly, happy be that dayWhen, roving through the gather'd hay,My youthfu' heart was stown away,And by thy charms, my Philly.
SHE.O Willy, aye I bless the groveWhere first I own'd my maiden love,Whilst thou didst pledge the Powers aboveTo be my ain dear Willy.
HE.As songsters of the early yearAre ilka day mair sweet to hear,So ilka day to me mair dearAnd charming is my Philly.
SHE.As on the brier the budding roseStill richer breathes and fairer blows,So in my tender bosom growsThe love I bear my Willy.
HE.The milder sun and bluer sky,That crown my harvest cares wi' joy,Were ne'er sae welcome to my eyeAs is a sight o' Philly.
SHE.The little swallow's wanton wing,Tho' wafting o'er the flowery spring,Did ne'er to me sic tidings bringAs meeting o' my Willy.
HE.The bee that thro' the sunny hourSips nectar in the opening flower,Compar'd wi' my delight is poor,Upon the lips o' Philly.
SHE.The woodbine in the dewy weetWhen evening shades in silence meet,Is nocht sae fragrant or sae sweetAs is a kiss o' Willy.
HE.Let fortune's wheel at random rin,And fools may tyne, and knaves may win;My thoughts are a' bound up in ane,And that's my ain dear Philly.
SHE.What's a' the joys that gowd can gie!I care na wealth a single flie;The lad I love's the lad for me,And that's my ain dear Willy.