phillis the queen o' the fair

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' wi' your belles, 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!