The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Phillis the Fair
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PHILLIS THE FAIR.
TUNE—'ROBIN ADAIR.'
While larks with little wingFann'd the pure air,Tasting the breathing spring,Forth I did fare:Gay the sun's golden eyePeep'd o'er the mountains high;Such thy morn! did I cry,Phillis the fair.
In each bird's careless songGlad did I share;While yon wild flowers among,Chance led me there:Sweet to the opening day,Rosebuds bent the dewy spray;Such thy bloom! did I say,Phillis the fair.
Down in a shady walk,Doves cooing were,I mark'd the cruel hawkCaught in a snare:So kind may Fortune be,Such make his destiny,He who would injure thee,Phillis the fair.