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phillis the een o&039; the fair

tune—“the uck o&039; ordie&039;s byre”

adown dg nith i did wander,

to ark the sweet flowers as they sprg;

adown dg nith i did wander,

of phillis to e and to sg

chor—awa&039; wi&039; your belles and your beauties,

they never wi&039; her can pare,

whaever has t wi&039; y phillis,

has t wi&039; the een o&039; the fair

the daisy a&039;d y fond fancy,

artless, siple, wild;

thou eble, said i, o&039; y phillis—

for she is siplicity&039;s child

awa&039; wi&039; your belles, c

the rose-bud&039;s the bsh o&039; y charr,

her sweet baly lip when &039;tis prest:

how fair and how pure is the lily!

but fairer and purer her breast

awa&039; wi&039; your belles, c

yon knot of gay flowers the arbour,

they ne&039;er wi&039; y phillis can vie:

her breath is the breath of the woodbe,

its dew-drop o&039; diaond her eye

awa&039; wi&039; your belles, c

her voice is the ng o&039; the orng,

that wakes thro&039; the green-spreadg grove

when phoeb peeps over the ountas,

on ic, and pleasure, and love

awa&039; wi&039; your belles, c

but beauty, how frail and how fleetg!

the bloo of a fe sur&039;s day;

while worth the d o&039; y phillis,

will flourish without a decay

awa&039; wi&039; your belles, c