S —Ph Th F（1 / 1）

ng—phillis the fair

tune—“rob adair”

while rks, with little g,

fann&039;d the pure air,

tastg the breathg sprg,

forth i did fare:

gay the sun&039;s golden eye

peep&039;d o&039;er the ountas high;

such thy orn! did i cry,

phillis the fair

each bird&039;s careless ng,

gd i did share;

while yon wild-flowers aong,

chance led there!

sweet to the op&039;ng day,

rosebuds bent the dewy spray;

such thy bloo! did i say,

phillis the fair

down a shady walk,

doves og were;

i ark&039;d the cruel hawk

caught a snare:

kd ay fortune be,

such ake his desty,

he who would jure thee,

phillis the fair